Lost Religion, Found Faith
He lifts the chalice above his head filled with blood.
A sterling dish holds flesh, awaiting the tongues of sinners.
Bread and wine suffer change under ancient words spoken.
Faithful unworthy gather to receive the sacrifice of eternal life.
I smell cheap wine and taste dry stale bread.
I feel guilty satisfaction leaving your table,
Never full, never changed.
I hear the rustling and crying of guarded children.
I see your dark, threatening eyes, pierce judgment through
Them as you kneel. Stand up.
Urge the natural wrinkles from your reverent clothing.
Shuffle with that gifted time neatly tailored around your wrist.
Present your tithe with entitlement, wealth, and grace.
Loudly place it in the basket for all to see you are worthy.
Here, you go in peace to love and serve the Lord.
See with wonder, the blazing sun, rise and set
Against vast azure oceans. Smell fragrant wild flowers,
Bathing beneath rainbows, in vital summer rain.
Feel the unconditional embrace of your child,
Needing comfort, needing you. Hear friends laugh,
Sundry birds trill, and tempest winds howl through
Thousand-year-old trees. Taste baked bread, sweet and warm,
Shared with those you love, those that need love, and those that
Treat you worthy to sit at their table.
Here, I will go in peace to love and serve the Lord.
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