a spring sunday church youth choir singing at a country church wind dancing though the tall grass along a dirt road smells of spring and birds’ voices fill the air it would appear the best songs of praise are outside the church doors
another holy day the word will be spoken prayers will be said then the killing will continue the poor will still starve the dishonest will be deified false prophets will pursue political power
don’t sleep in no fancy silk pajamas don’t wanna cover up my birthmark cuz i don’t want the lord making any mistakes about whose time it is or who did what with whom last saturday night not that the lord would make a mistake but given his angels were once human well enough said
crossing the railroad tracks the pastor arrived at an old post-war bungalow residence of miss maybel who in her prime was much sought after by a number of the town’s most charming and handsome men of color but she had said no to all saying i’ve fought for women’s rights civil rights and looked after white folks’ homes and their children so i don’t have time or energy to look after anyone else but myself age took her suitors some time ago as well as most of her women friends she didn’t make it to good friday service so pastor decided to stop by she didn’t answer the door but it was open calling in he thought he heard her so he entered pale sitting in a chair was maybel death even makes a man of god stop and evaluate life but he quickly resumed his role and asked if she was ready to meet her maker with her last inaudible breath she answered
he was
certain
that
dr seuss
was
obviously
an omitted gospel
since
the neatly
bound
and
colorful text
was as believable
as
the array
of
religious doctrines
professing
to be
divinely inspired
words
from
one god
or
another
and
from
his standpoint
dr seuss
was much clearer
on
how
to
live
morally
