A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

By Darkness Bound

 

She clutched an ancient crucifix
Ebony amulet of religious lore
Crushed her flesh with fearful grip
Trembling steps on cold stone floor

Eyes send darts to shadowed corners
Chaos reigns in her heart and mind
Surround is painted in hazy blur
Hand outstretched as one who’s blind

In cathedral walls she places trust
To keep her safe from evil foe
Hiding from the vampire’s lust
Cloaked in night to drain life’s flow

Faith is put in wooden symbol
Peace for her cannot be found
Outer darkness makes her tremble
Inner darkness keeps her bound

Casting of Stones

Tisk, tisk. Isn’t it sad? So caught in their religion.
Repeating prayers and holding beads.
Hallelujah! Amen! Another chorus, please.

They kneel when they pray, the sign of the cross
We know better than that, much more holy
We lift our hands and shout out boldly.

Chants and hymns, a polka mass?
Robes and caps, incense swung widely
Will they never learn? It’s just not godly.

We’ve learned the language
We know how to talk.
Are you saved? Been blessed?
Do you walk the walk?

No sprinkling here, we’ve been immersed.
Bread and wine, crackers and juice
We don’t do the Eucharist.

It’s a little sad don’t you think?
All this posturing and puffing of chests
Us evangelicals are really a mess.

Yes, I’ll own up to it.
I’m part of your clan.
Well versed in scripture that I am.

Love my brothers and sisters too
But it makes me cringe from time to time
As I hear the others that we malign.

Can’t we show just a little grace?
Step on down from our ivory towers?
Are THEIR traditions really worse than OURS?

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