Exangel

by Benjamin White.

The Sins of God
XXVI

Indecent forms of holy
Neglect abuse the needs

Made common by hunger
Yearning to overcome

Famine of body, soul,
And mind caught behind
The design of anger that goodness
Hates to admit, but must
Each time it surfaces
Reaching for the purposes
Somehow lost in the grasp…

The Sins of God
XXVII

Hallowed be thy fame
Organized in the altar lights
Using up all the electricity
Searching for the wayward souls
Every congregation can identify

To the traveling gospel
Holding revivals in the summer
Evenings along the gathering places –
Rivers, lakes, and creeks – baptizing
Eternal salvation held under

And memorialized to lift,
Resurrect, and recognize
Each hunger longing for fulfillment…

The Sins of God
XXVIII

Men stumble forth humbled
And weary to fall with hearts
Narrowed on a single vision
Yielding silently to decisions

Made in the environment
Arranged by the expected
Normality of pieced together
Societies and the conditions
Instilled in the routines
Of the obedient masses
Nodding in approval without
Seeing how dangerous that is.

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