As I listened it all seemed so good, so right
The Scriptures quoted spot on
I felt myself being drawn in praying along
It all made perfect sense
It was something I thought I needed to hear
But there was more…
And it came in the form of a book and 3 dvds
For thirty five dollars it would be sent to me
And right there I was lost…disconnected
The vacuum cleaner’s electrical cord stretched to it’s limits
The droning winding down
dying with a feeble whine as the cord was yanked from the receptacle
“Cat o’ nine tail’s Righteous fury, tables overturned…!”
money changers scurrying
i turned off my cell phone and put the credit card back into my wallet
(what was i thinking?!)
and it threatened to tear me apart
as i was violently snapped out of it !
stronger than it had pulled at me
that I had been listening and following so closely
such seeming sincerity
of only temporal brevity
had suckered me in
you seemed like such a nice guy
so well informed
and I wanted so to believe in your message
I whispered “Holy Spirit come”
And I was compelled to withdraw
Run towards The Son
Little naked child
Hands raised for Poppa
When did I learn to walk much less run?
When did I become so clinically analytical?
Or have I just become cynical?
(Is it really all so formulaic…in grey scale italics?)
There is nothing simpler
Than to simply seek after “ABBA”
in JESUS name.