This morning I went to Generations Christian Church
with Grandma and Mr. Fox
her Caprice Classic fired up at 9:15 sharp
I rode shotgun
With green tea in my thermos
and a belly full of water
We saw homeless panhandlers & veterans
by the highway median holding signs
with letters too small and illegible
the police directed traffic
into the church parking lot
this house has room for all, they say
Coffee is $2.00
Pastries are $2.25
admission is free
We walk through God’s gilded doors
passing all necessary check points
on the way to Heavens terminal
Big screens and neon lights inside
remind me of top 40 hits,
movie theatres, and award shows
They sing gospel pop-rock
wearing emoji masks
demonstrating a cultural overlap
I fall into contemplation
while the pastor teaches
about prayer
God made us in his image
and God is an infinite being, so I ask
who are we to live & think so small?
I wonder
why it’s difficult
to be human in form,
to survive right now
most are living for the next paycheck
the next meal, the next drink
so it goes, I can’t rightly criticize
this maze which circles a great heart;
I can’t seem to remain at rest
Every time these eyes close
we merge with boundless space
as beams of light, rippling across cosmos
an inward reflection cast outward
adds up to sense and non-sense;
I grab a shrapnel of communion wafer & a thimble of grape juice
Praying for a miracle every day:
“let us & them become whole
in understanding and in action
May all sentient beings
be removed from suffering
and the causes of suffering”
mysterious knots unravel
heaven and earth kiss
all eyes, open
This spells faith
in so many words,
This spells love.
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