You’re young
Just as all disciples were once
So bite your tongue
And when you pray out for help, ignore the silence
Spend the night drinking
Come to the church with a hangover, your ears ringing
While you pretend to pray
Hope to do it again next Saturday
Look at your first blood
Know Mary did the same thing, only months before her son
Use cotton, and linen, and whatever keeps you clean and groomed
Just like Jesus did to his own wounds
Kiss that girl
That boy too, don’t be scared
Of the temptation, heat rising
Jesus woke as most men do each morning
And when you’re old, all wise and pious
And you’ve forgot the pain of a prayer unanswered
Throw away your experience, your bias
When your child is pubescent in the church, as a non believer