Some give God the credit
Others assign the blame
Seems presumptuous of both
Trying to justify
What they would have done anyway
Showing posts with label faithful skeptic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faithful skeptic. Show all posts
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Yet still...
Another day of Pagan rituals blended
With evangelical fervor
We squint through the twilight
Morning, standing damp-footed
In dewy, cemetery grass
For yet another sunrise service
I bow my all to Easter
Relatives and once-a-year attenders
Drawn by the scorn of a long
Gone grandma or some family curse,
Now days called expectations,
Arrive at church
I bow my all to Easter
Brunch in the basement
Between services for
Egg and bread casserole
Hastily made the night before
With fruit and dry ham, barely warm
I bow my all to Easter
Overflowing sanctuary
New bright colored dresses
And enough ladies hats to force
Even the most polite teenage boys
To smirk and jab their friends
I bow my all to Easter
Similar sermon with
A “zippy” new title, louder
Does not make it different
Or better, there is one
Easter story, get over it
I bow my all to Easter
“He is risen.” “He is risen indeed!”
Some shout, others mumble
The silent few, hope not to be noticed
Their obligation is clear
Attendance “yes,” participation “no”
I bow my all to Easter
Families, friends gather for dinner
Kids search for quickly hidden eggs
A few may not be found ‘til July 4
Too much food and obvious table talk
Candy, pictures and goodbyes
I bow my all to Easter
Cars chase dusk, disappear around the corner
A messy house, colored egg shells,
Shiny foil wrappers, flimsy colored plastic grass
Dishes to wash, leftovers to organize,
Should have sent more with the others
Yet still, I bow my all to Easter
original post: April 2009
With evangelical fervor
We squint through the twilight
Morning, standing damp-footed
In dewy, cemetery grass
For yet another sunrise service
I bow my all to Easter
Relatives and once-a-year attenders
Drawn by the scorn of a long
Gone grandma or some family curse,
Now days called expectations,
Arrive at church
I bow my all to Easter
Brunch in the basement
Between services for
Egg and bread casserole
Hastily made the night before
With fruit and dry ham, barely warm
I bow my all to Easter
Overflowing sanctuary
New bright colored dresses
And enough ladies hats to force
Even the most polite teenage boys
To smirk and jab their friends
I bow my all to Easter
Similar sermon with
A “zippy” new title, louder
Does not make it different
Or better, there is one
Easter story, get over it
I bow my all to Easter
“He is risen.” “He is risen indeed!”
Some shout, others mumble
The silent few, hope not to be noticed
Their obligation is clear
Attendance “yes,” participation “no”
I bow my all to Easter
Families, friends gather for dinner
Kids search for quickly hidden eggs
A few may not be found ‘til July 4
Too much food and obvious table talk
Candy, pictures and goodbyes
I bow my all to Easter
Cars chase dusk, disappear around the corner
A messy house, colored egg shells,
Shiny foil wrappers, flimsy colored plastic grass
Dishes to wash, leftovers to organize,
Should have sent more with the others
Yet still, I bow my all to Easter
original post: April 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
beginnings
- i don't think i want to be known as a "blogger".
- the "faithful skeptic" name was a way my friend Paul Petersen referred to me a few years back. seems to fit.
- initially i want to post writings i have done in the past and maybe some new things. not so much blog/journaling. more stuff that flows from the interiors of life.
- not sure how regular i'll post. try for once a week to start.
- who will read this, or want to read this? as if i have clue.
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