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Subject: Searching for God in a Booth

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 01:05:02 01/15/08 Tue

Searching for God in a Booth

Seeking a better understanding of religion
I held Buddha in the palm of my hand
then rolled him into dough boy

In the Brazilian Hardwood pews
I gazed at the golden tabernacle
as the alter boy rang bells
reminding me church
is no place for sleep

Father Kelly heard my confession
I greeted the devil in her 501's
pure fire my horns raised
in search of honey

I catch fallen angels
to steal their heat

Faith, is a name they gave her
she brought her life to me
then spilled it like milk
across fine china

I gave to her my religion

To all the Gods of grace
I offer my resistance
in portions equivalent
to their lies

The earth's a spinning sphere
the sun larger does the same,
the moon knows enough
to shine at night

My God brings me music
between soft thighs and sighs,
he speaks to me of promise
beyond the wars of Iraq and Nepal

His voice is larger than the universe
softer than cotton, or as silent as snake
he has no purpose beyond bright conscience
and the clear shining evidence of shame

A new day awaits the sinners
the high priest takes a bow
I say that good religion
lives in our very souls

I pray to all mankind
that God himself survives
as I bend to retrieve a fallen item
from an older womans purse.

ajs

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