Salvation Creek

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

Venture into
that thorny place
a crowd of 10,000
“Glory, hallelujah!”
the preacher’s son
raises a fist of damnation.

A god-like
Holy Ghost happening
he walks the aisles
calls your name
kisses the son of Judas.
——–
In the wilderness
a call to drown
the sin inside, arise
an army, a god-like strength
prepared to battle
you and I.

Earth remains
unknown struggles reside
sordid pain
drowning
knees unable to rise.
——–
God scatters the flock
His sacred hunger satisfied.
You pray
the river surface breaks,
the people floating down
Salvation Creek.

God raises his fist
His thoughts
are not our thoughts
scatters the flock
prepared to battle
you and I.