Still No Insight Comes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

...and you say you live with no perceptions?
Everyday.
You pray with faith and still no insight comes.
Remaining blinded by things and what opportunity means.
To you.
And what does it mean...
To you?

A blessing?
An ability to maintain the feeding of your greed?
With the need of a blessing?
As if God specializes in the satisfying of your desires!

Maybe that is why many have grown tired,
Of the leeching done by those lurching in churches.
Searching for a soul to squander.
Leaving those dens of sin behind in droves...
For something that is far more spiritually connected.
And a lot less scandal ridden with gossiped conversations.

'Lawd, chile...
You don' said a mouth full.
But I didn't hear it that way from Brother Lucious.
And he said he had heard it from Sister Smith.'

...and you say you live with no perceptions?
Everyday.
You pray with faith and still no insight comes.
Perhaps it is there...
Waiting for you to qualify it with a price tag!
Since that's your 'bag'!