Preacher man
teach me to love
who you will
not who I am.
Throw me salvation
from pulpit, eschewed,
and call me licentious,
wanton and crude.
From where I sit,
this poison wood pew,
heresy reigns and
brotherhood feigns
love for the sinner
not the sin.
Do you believe
in Adam and Eve?
Am I to believe
there’ll be no reprieve,
no water in sight
to quench thirsts,
end droughts,
cleanse thoughts,
baptize brains
to think not as you
but as Him?
Hmmm.
© 2003 Jason C. Jones