If God Could Glean Glee From Me Poem by John Sensele

I don't give my life any slack
When I paint my faith black
In the vain hope redemption I gain
Treating prayer with disdain and the pain
I inflict on faith conflicting with interests
I'd best serve in repressed paths and crests
Where no matter my efforts my way I stand to lose
As long as I cruise in the bruise of booze
Deceiving my soul my goals I achieve
Hobnobbing with heresies and mysteries that deceive
So long I persist in looking for answers
In places where abound diabolical dancers
That devour my future
Which with open eyes I rapture and suture
Until sanity returns
And vanity burns its urns
To energize, revitalize and sanitize my way
If only I could fly and try harder in faith and pray
Cos God loves me
In me God gleans glee.