memorial for a brilliant woman

Sunday, November 07, 2010

November poem-a-day here's November 7th

Bamboozled, and on a Sunday

There are always biddies and busybodies
in a congregation - acting as spies for the devil.
It’s celestial intelligence, meddling minions
to insure the message is muddled, called out

before the match catches, Lacryma Christi!
The witnesses stand silent,mouths agape.
The end is nigh, and always has been,
(truth be told we never had a say at all).

You, Lucy? And Ethyl, long suffering,
the same sprinkled dirt now covers both of you.
Those expecting more will be sorely disappointed,
while the rest of us suspected nothing all along.


C. E. Chaffin said...

Shann, you rock! The Holy Spirit could fart in the face of some of these folks and they wouldn't even smell the incense. But as Christ prophesied, the Church is a mixed bag--good and bad fish--and he told us to let the Father sort it out at the end. Meanwhile we do have to endure some real hypocritical assholes, of which there is no shortage in this world. I think "The Screwtape Letters" did a nice job of exposing the demonic in the churchified.

C. E. Chaffin said...

Loved this, but I just wanted you to know that I linked to your blog. I hadn't messed with links for years, but I was remiss not to include you. So there you are, finally. You go, girl!