Pitchforks poke up through
the wooden floor
stomach acid notes the call,
toes curl against
the downy fence,
as a gray wall freezes
outside my eyes,
faceless chatterers
make deals with ugly gods
keep me from a day of praise.
the enemy has new tools
and sheds his red leggings;
the once -horned crown
replaced with a feigned allure.
(worship, worship)
and I'm wrapped in the Canon coffin-
its genuine Martha sheets
mummify my form,
locked in
but-
just a whiff of Holy Breath
blows my torso upright,
I'm called like Lazurus
and there-
there are my shoes,
(worship, worship)
that filth gets sharper at his
putty traps
oh- I hate its clever bite-
- must be Sunday.
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Written February 2nd, 2004
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Convicted.
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Oh, thank you, deercather. We know why the woods are dense... so you can find use where we think we're going!
Thank you for the typo. I expect that from wonderful poets!
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I know exactly how this feels and how it is easier sometimes to let everything come against you and keep you from spending time with God and in worship. I like the way you write and this was awsome!
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hehe...entirely relatable...getting to church lol. this was so well done and I loved every bit of it. Ingenious approach, I'd say.
Lovely, lovely write. I need a Lazarus awakening lol. -
This is wonderous in its complex simplicity. ;-) I love te words - chosen with care it seems. Like all good poems' words are.
An entertaining funny read, yet there iste clear moral as well.
Read Hoppalong's"The War Hexad". In itthere is a line about the devil's "fraudulent frippery". -
tough to leave the quilts and sheets for fancy clothes and praying in sleepy eyed wonder as the preacher rales on long past all endurable time, and the hymns drag out like bagpipes in the key of EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...Lol...Artis
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Ahhh, but it is so comfy in that bed! SO easy to fall prey to the wicked voice inside. Red leggin's be damned. Lazarus was a miracle. So are you. Love the 'just a whiff of holy breath.' FUN poem.
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This was too close to home for me Cookie. I had so many days where that pitchfork reared its ugly head. I will admit that it was easier to stay in the comfort of my bed, but there were more times I chose to leave it.
I haven't found my place in a building of worship, but I will never give up hope to find it once more. Thanks for reminding me to keep looking ahead.
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Hey Aunt Cookie,
I got in this the fight or hindering to go to church and the things that came your way that made you not want to attend or reasons........That didn't bring the best attituide. Did I reflect okay? I didn't go eithers yesterday Cookie. I only hope inside Im not spiritualy dying. My friend mentioned like that from staying out.....and it came to my mind today......I don't want to die without a close relationship with Christ.....Isnt that what is so needed in our lives.......I like your lines
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just a /whiff / of Holy Breath
blows my torso upright
Shows his sweetness and life coming into your Spirit.
Different piece Cookie but brillant my dear love you
Sherry
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