Indoor Revival Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Indoor Revival



Finding spaces to fit the puzzle of being into seeing
human's inept disguises at religion.

Bare stages with curtains instead of altars, no crucifix
in sight.

Drums, organ and keyboard ready to be played in rhapsodies
of God's glory.

People standing, swaying, dancing around in the aisles,
supposedly for God's greater majesty.

Ornate gold pulpit sitting center stage where a pastor
gives an arousing sermon that doesn't say much about any
thing God, only things about himself and his struggle.

Tears falling, voice loud and strained - an indoor revival
like those outside of old.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014
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Just written and inspired by what I saw around me, nothing more.
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