once again three…

before the old man
stood
three altars
on
each altar
was
an offering
to the right
were
the crushed bodies
of
parents’ children
given
to a nation’s pride
to
the left
were prayer flags
and
written prayers
offerings
to
man’s creation
of
god
the center altar
seemed empty
but
it was said
that
it held
the souls
of
believers
offerings
to
an unseen god
offerings
of
a lifetime
with
no visible reward
for
the sacrifice made
only
what the heart
has lead
them
to offer
service
to
those
in need

 

the modern peter syndrome…

faithful church goers
talking ’bout others sins
but turn a blind eye
to all the president’s sins
thus denying their true god

 

spring #14…

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

according to tradition…

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

 

naked in bed…

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

 

an easter query…

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

 

the book of dr seuss…

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