preaching to the choir

churchwindow

Sincere words of courage and wisdom
solicit resounding amens from the choir loft,
and hallelujahs that reverberate
through vacant pews and empty stares.

The familiar message inspires those
who came to sing along, and though
not having fallen on deaf ears, it nonetheless
does not reach the ears of its hoped-for audience.

A lackluster congregation adjourns
to the fellowship hall to await dispensation of
the promised coffee, cake and cookies.

But the coffee is cold, the cake is stale,
and the cookies have raisins
instead of chocolate chips.

And so it’s no wonder that,
after the uplifting words
heard by none save the choir,
the good folk in the fellowship hall
see no recourse other than a
coffee-splashing,
cookie-hurling, and
oh-so-ungodly
food fight.

Let the Congress say…
amen.

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Couldn’t Resist

making sense

sense

What is the color of ten?
the smell of restraint?
the taste of velocity?
the sound of one hand
falling in the forest?

How does the intangible feel?
warm? brittle? dry as a circle?

When I have all the answers to
these vital life questions, perhaps then
the world will make sense.


The Daily Post daily prompt: Ten

bouquet

bouquet

someday
I will be old

and the shadows my long life casts
will reflect the youth and vibrancy
that once coursed through
the vessels of my soul

and though withered
and drained of color
and grown brittle with time and wear

there will still be a beauty
to the shape and form
grown from many years of
life lessons rained upon me
and the energizing warmth
of unwavering love shown to me

and I will stand proud and content
but mostly thankful
as I face the sun
until it sets


The Daily Post daily prompt: Someday