Altars Hot And Wet Poem by Charles Karia

Like in the days of prophet Elijah,
When he conteded at an altar afar,
Altars can be hot, living and fiery,
Consuming what's offered promptly,
So that the giver is greatly blessed,
And the receiver is greatly appeased.

There are however altars so cold wet,
That can't burnthe sacrifice that's put,
On it as an offering or as a sacrifice,
So you'll listen long but hear no voice,
For eons you'll be desperate waiting,
For blessings that are never coming