a short poem reflecting ambivalence in the pulpit
It’s nobody’s business.
These words I can say.
I only preach to myself.
I’m closed anyway.
I think that you heard me.
But your ears do deceive.
Your eyes are just mirrors.
You deflect what you see.
A lie can be truth amongst liars.
Whose truth is the truth of the day?
These are stories on faith and on faith I believe.
Or is reality just what I say?
I’m preaching to a choir of sinners.
The fools lose their way from the pews.
My words are just gibberish a baby could drool.
I’m yelling and I think it's news.
The neon light is blinking the ending.
The water has reached to my thighs.
Instead of standing and running and taking my flight,
I turn over and snuff out the light.