The old wooden pews
s p l i n t e r e d
and cracked more
than a few backside
s i n n e r s
in the glory days.
Many a wounded soul
f o u n d
their voices in the
g o s p e l c h o i r s
birthing legends;
~blues~jazz~gospel ~rap~
Sometimes life can
t w i s t and p u l l
make ya feel like hell
(loser, lost and laid off)
R e s t l e s s n e s s
and w o r r y
but then...heaven
arrives to sing....
powerfully uplifting;
A fearsome conductor
K i r k F r a n k l i n
with his gospel warriors.
You can hear the devil
s c r e a m
gnash his teeth
b l a z i n g h e l l
crawling on his belly
to e s c a p e
they're holy wrath.
In awe we listen
watch and learn;
H o w- to -S t o m p
the devils in our lives
E r a d i c a t e
the noise and hate
with the one muscle
the ole devil~does despise:
~Our Hearts~ of~
Music, Love and Peace.
Our soulful songs;
blues, jazz, gospel, rap.
...and if per chance...
you have a few pesky
devils bothering you...
Learn how to STOMP!
(link in author notes)
(oh..don't look so down lucifer
you still have the birthers right wing group?)
Adding your comment:
Great poem, sis. 
