i was raised up
to sing ,
and to praise god ,
and to say amen .
nothing else .
but as i live this life
with all of the forks
in my yellow brick road ,
that i was urged to travel on
by people in my life
who i realize now
were children
compared to people who cared ,
i see no god .
i see no praise ,
for him or anyone else
that is said to deserve it .
i hear no singing .
just see thousands of quarter notes
in a hymnal book that five people
pick up
and study , like it's their job .
i hear no independent amen .
it is only said after one person's prayer
is finished
and after they have used
pointless
s p a c e f i l l e r s .
" dear
lord , we just thank you father
for the day to day lord . and
god , we just love you lord . and heavenly father ,
we would like to pray, lord , for those who couldn't
make it to this service tonight , god .
remember , dear lord , our soliders , god .
remember those of your children , father ,
who have strayed from you path god , and
please help them dear jesus to
find their way way back to you , heavenly father .
in jesus' name . amen ."
THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE PRAYING TOO .
THEY NEED NOT A REMINDER EVERY SECOND .
i bet god gets sick
of his own name .
i bet he changed it
like mom does when the kids say "MOM"
too much .
maybe that is why prayers
aren't getting answered anymore .
i bet he changed it to something awesome , too .
like Spacefiller Christ .
i think a chorus of silent , heartfelt prayers
and hushed amen's
would be more beautiful
than any robotic , unified repeat ;
more beautiful
than any hymn .
STOP .
you are not just
one of god's children ;
you are whatever you want to be .
god is not glenda
and the devil does not only reside
in the west .
life was made
for you to awaken
from this controlled dream
and hug your auntie em
and to work on the farm in kansas
until you get the money to go
where you want to go .
you don't need to click your heels .
not even once .
you just need to wake up .