A friend did not leave the church of his youth - Like a foundering ship it slipped beneath the waves Sloshings of fashions, shopping-mall usages And dangling Peavey speakers listing to port
There were not enough bongos and guitars To keep everyone afloat in a theological storm A committee sold off the parking lot Thereβs a day care now in the parish hall
He signed off his articles for the drowsy watch And took to dark baptismal waters in despair