Dear Lord:
I know you
only exist
inside my
head -
And you only
have a presence
inside my
soul -
I know you
don't live
Around the
corner at Western Presbyterian
Or across the
street at St. Mary's Episcopal
Or
twenty-three blocks away on Capitol Hill…
But it is
good to have you around
now and then,
to take the
blame,
to absorb the
praise…
A cat named
Jesus
walked the
earth
turned some
water into wine
fed a big
crowd with a few loaves of bread
showed some
dudes how to catch fish
and become
fishers of men…
But the
government killed him,
Just like it
killed Martin…
like it
killed Malcolm…
like it
killed Medgar…
The
government can kill
whoever it
wants
whenever it
wants
'cause they
don't buy that
"thou
shalt not kill" bullshit...
One more
thing
before I let you go, Lord.
Maybe two
more things:
Look, Lord,
I'm not
talking to you today
because I want or
need a heaven,
or a
homeland, or a nirvana,
or any other
type of guarantee
that people
claim they get from you…
Because I
know,
Lord,
you only exist
inside my
head -
And you only
live
inside my
soul -
And any other representation
of you is a big con game
run by
Big
Con
Men.