from which god it came
no one really seems to know
but held in one’s hands
while facing someone different
objects from that soul are felt
this should give enlightenment
but i have been told
what one feels and understands
when carefully viewed
is what’s found inside another
is what one knows of one’s self
the chalice was filled
with the warm blood of children
during morning prayers
for they were non-believers
non-believers in your god
your god’s the true one
but does your god fear children
are not divine words
enough to sway young minds or
are you the non-believer
opening prayers
off the lips
into the abyss
unlucky number
avoided
last supper relic
wanting a lover
prayed to god
prayers were unanswered
personally
honey
i
think god
should have
one of those
call waiting services
the kind that
tells you
when
your call
might be answered
you
know
your
position
in the queue
that
lets you
estimate
when
your call
or
prayer
will be answered
only problem
is
that
thing
about
one day
is
to the lord
as
a
thousand years
one
can only
guess
what the timeframe
would be
when
they say
your call will be answered
in
the order received
you are currently
13th
in line
wait time
is currently
ten minutes
the brown bag prophet
said
i live
in
the empty spaces
life’s
denied
moments
where eyes
avert
and
prayers
fall on deaf ears
i’m
not alone
there are
children
and
their parents
in
these spaces
parents
of
all sorts
atheists
bible thumpers
and
those confused
by
god’s words
and
his deeds
as
well
as
certified heroes
and
criminals
those ungainfully employed
and
otherwise destitute
by
their attempt
at
existence
all
forming
society’s sediment
sediment
along
these streets
paved
with human gold
and
blood diamonds
diamonds
worn
no doubt
as
symbols
of
heaven’s stars
but
more likely
as
hell’s burning embers
but
who’s to say
not those
of us
living
in
the empty spaces
