She sings the Church songs on Sunday
and tries to emulate the feeling the singer had
In its absence, she taps those soon-to-be
manicured nails on the table
and taps those eight years old Shirleys
that even God would question on the floor
She bows her head and damn near speaks
in tongues that even the tongue can’t decipher
She taps the mind to make it believe, like she does, that She is doing all the right things to make it into Heaven’s God’s grace
She can’t wait ’til Church is over
So She can resume how others see her
All along, She was planning her day
Tag: code
Loving a Badge with Honor
Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all
Loving a Badge with Honor
Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all
Loving a Badge with Honor
Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all
The Key to the Kingdom
Like a password
to enter God’s kingdom
A code is placed on the door
for only those worthy
of entering
Troubles at the altar
when left unattended
by those who have no faith
no structure
Not avoiding His Holiness
only daring Him to perform a miracle
of banishment and approval to leave
Taking what is not there’s
Giving pain by removing goodness
But where is the true fault
in Man’s judgment
to say All are Welcomed?
Those faithful patrons who
sit to hear the message
of the day
in hopes of chasing, warding, fending
the wicked away
Unable to forget how their given
riches were absconded from His House
think they helped furnish it
Malice joins them
Though their presence is congratulated
Forgiveness is the theme
Lo, for some it’s just a dream
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