THEY CAN GO YOU KNOW WHERE
They can remain in their prayer palaces
standing out in the parking lot across town
ignition producing ominous sounds
no transportation available
expecting familiar refrains
all ending in no
for strangers in town
God sending helping hands directly
asking for blessings bountiful
with nothing much else to give
a soul
choosing the homeless life
and all that comes with it
already much closer to heaven than I'll ever be.
They can sit in their offices
like the bureaucrats that they've become
watching the budget
with sewage under the floorboards
no running water in a week
transmission quite possibly going
and brakes to follow any day
insane and degrading job searches
ground up in benefits machinery
fighting tears thinking
could there not have been someone
anyone
to just look
at what materials were needed.
They can refrain from calling back
for the rest of MY stay
remembering the donations
in the life they took from me
looking at the man outside of Wal-Mart
cars leaving after the shopping trip
not young anymore
he never looks at any face
layers of clothing in the snow
a great, big dog his faithful one
wishing a million times
it had all gone to him
a saint unrecognized.
They can continue building
more churches left and right
locking them up for the vandals
who find the benches for a bed
outraged at the thought of having to clean
as the Lord would have done
inviting them in
begging for all their needs
enduring rejection day after day
from His very own
hard hearts unlimited
making the agency rounds
like a fool for having trusted
smiling faces telling lies.
They can take MY name off the list
His flock holds many more
so many times
God lives in those not interested
because they worship not
in ways accepted by the rest
or not at all
each little group a judgment call
members only, dues and fees
we have to know you for a while
make sure you have enough
preferring eyes that stare at the bottle
remembering all the Christians
who didn't want to know him
hating me HONESTLY perhaps
looking this way
as I begin to understand
His lesson for me
love growing
where it never has before.
İDRV
January 13, 2004
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