... the sunday 09:05
collects its first
congregation
with heads hung over not so
smart screens doling out
dopamine
desires from a
thick wifi
soup in this
irradiated
tin can aimed
approximately
at a city
where i will meet: the
catholic mother grieving
her dead
child; the pugilistic
vishnu draped in poverty,
wrapped in wrath; the
road sweeper who will
confide incredible
conspiracies to anyone
with ears to hear; the
stooped grey
gent inclined
towards
misunderstanding;
the addicted youth
with tears
of blood in her eyes ...
-each falling short
of the grand
illusion-
... and the woman who
said,
"I was saved by
someone
like you"
I will add these
testimonies
to others shared quietly
on
that city's street where
later a final
chariot will conduct
its
evening service to drive me
back
home at the end of
another
blessed day
CC BY-ND 4.0 - Russell Cavanagh
Mark 16:15 - KJV