Amen and Hallejuah

He woke up this morning with church on his mind
and poetry at the center of his existence.
He watches the preachers mouth but hears not a word
all he sees are black wings and a cloud of dust
floating on the preachers bible and the churping voices
of dilapidated old women tired of singing the same old song.
His mind excapes into his own reality
where he is preoccupied with witches and warlocks,
firebreathing dragons, blood, sky, fire, water and shadows.
In the middle of "hallejuahs" and "amens" he loses himself
drifting by pews of hypnotized beings rejoicing in their own misery;
transfixed by a preacher in a silky blue suit and diamond rings
on this plump fingers. His sleek hair and deep pockets.
He floats and floats on a bible of dust
past the station of the cross
where he stops to take a deep breath
and make the sign of the cross.
He begs forgiveness from a father he has never known
as tears drip from his eyes like vain words falling from the
preachers mouth.
Again, he floats, past the collection plate
where he drops words of inpiration instead of money
where some poor discouraged souls can benefit from it.
His final destination.....the library
a vault of knowledge
a playground for inspired minds and thirsty souls.
He will builds his own church from his words up
pass his knowledge of the insane to insatiable ears and minds
yes, amen and hallejuah....a child is born
knowing not where he came from
but fully aware of where he is going.
he collects words,
piles them unto a page, makes them come alive,
they breathe, bend and bow in reverence.
they make their own change and pass them out to the needy
amen, amen, he has found his place in this world