Poem

CatechismThe sound of laughter in a churchInterrupting the silence is the sign of a religion I can get behind.I want to heckle the pastorWhen he trips over his tongue,Confuses the proverbs with parables.I want the incense to smell like urinals,The stained glass to shatterSo all the air can get in,Flowers and weeds and trash:I always have pockets full of stones.The sermon is now a stand-up routineOn how not to rattle the bones.It ’s all a busted-up, sinking shipAnd you ’re clinging to this last raftLearning once again how to laugh.12/2/19

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - December 3, 2019 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs