Changing up my usual blog post for a poem:
God didn’t show
for work this morning.
I figured She knew I was coming,
as I rushed through a shower, blow dry
and feeding the dog
As I pulled on boots, gloves, scarves
to brace against cold I knew would melt my heart
if only I could get there
And then, the bells rang,
I closed in at number six
stepped through at seven
was seated by number eight
And I waited. Me and Benny
the homeless guy with his forehead
resting on the back of the walnut pew.
Yeah. It was gonna be that kind of day
And yet, no God
I tossed off my hat, unzipped my coat
ashamed of its smears of city dirt
But God forgives, if She shows
So I waited and stared
waited for the sun to rise through the stain
of glass, stained by sin, no doubt
The donkey outside brayed
The semi-truck dumped
an angry man on the corner yelled
I just kept hoping if I sat long enough
God would show up.
I tried to will Her here
I tried to make the pews levitate
because I noticed they had leaves
carved in their sides,
leaves that looked like wings,
and thought the benches could fly
And when I couldn’t makes the benches fly
I stopped waiting for God.
Truth be told, I had to let Her go too
on top of everything else.
And once I released Her from duty
a sort of teary calm came over me
and Benny lifted his head
maybe he felt a draft
or God walking out ahead of me.
12/30/14 1:21 PM