Loopholes to heaven

                                                       Loopholes to Heaven

She and I are two creatures

Struggling for survival

Faces full of sin and deviltry

But in the long run

There is still time

To change our manners

As we go down the winding road

Looking for loopholes

To get to heaven

               

Token Tithes

Daylight intrudes with patches of blue sky

Yesterday the weather harassed us with restlessness

I sit in a comfortable chair

In my home in the suburbs

Away from city pavements and high office towers

In lost moments to myself

I look around the neighborhood

From an enclosed screen porch

And spy the heat of other lives

Caught up in their snares

A young couple walking arguing

A little boy fallen off a tricycle

A screen door slams

A grumpy looking girl in knotted hair

Listens to a ranting parent

Tries to get out of earshot

I feel like a worm that’s been overfed

My thoughts; the collection basket at church

The size and substance

Of our token tithes

Pocket change mostly

We are an abomination all of us

Have we been gone too long to be changed?

Somebody loves us all

But we don’t remember Him to feel His approval

You rob me, he says

In tithes and offerings

You are cursed with a curse for you have robbed me

Bring all the tithes into the storehouse

That there may be meat in my house

And prove me

If I will not bless you with overabundance and blessings

Malachi 3:9-10

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Too Much World

Too Much World

Highway dust in aimless air

Counted miles not rightly counted

In the measure of a little while

There is too much world at once

You are a light to no one but yourself

Your heart earns a doubt

Demands upon you tug

You feel the nudge

Telling you how you ought to feel

It’s like tying the hands

Of a clock together

Wait to greet the moon

Something will brush across your mind

A voice will speak

 Sounds of insight more than lips

Take one step backward to go forward

Birds at least must know

You have no one left but God