Jesus appeared suddenly in a dream.
Early morning in a modern church he came,
Stealthly to inspect his eternal enterprise.
Unnoticed and unseen by the chattering crowd,
So surprised was the glorious king of kings,
In seeing man and women in full body hugs.
Near the path at the crowded ushers' gate,
Clowns slim or fat but clearly dressed to kill,
Hurried to enter the overflowing sanctuary,
Unknowing and clueless, that the lord was in.
Caressing of the precious phones was on.
Rippedjeans and microscopic skirts,
Held all eyes as the sung: holy holy is the lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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