Belief Oil Boils Poem by John Sensele

Chronicles of miracles from two thousand years ago
Stand the test of time cos frank facts are immutable
In spirit, for a remit, for a digit and for hermits who undergo
Strict scrutiny despite an incipient mutiny to make them accountable.

Chronicles of miracles of the modern millennium idiom
Suck cos bucks command and demand pride of place
Prompting romping by charlatans and Satan on a podium
Tainted and tinted with ludicrous laces on a lectern mess.

Chronicles of miracles befuddled and huddled in cabals
Embarrass classes of believers whose perverted priorities
Sully noble work by preachers and teachers whose calls
For repentance, conversion stance and faith advance in cities.

Chronicles of miracles slouch and vouch for a backdrop
Imbued with sorcery and treachery to spoil the oil
In God's lamp when damp sermons drop
Hints of hypocrisy in a wintry sacristy when beliefs boil.