The Motor Mouth Preacher Poem by bob barci

Windy day.
Long wait for the bus.
Pleased to see it finally arrive.
Pay the fare –
but only then does it hit me.
Above anything else
there is a voice.
Loud.
Non-stop.
A mile a minute.
Mr. Motor Mouth.
Doesn’t stop to breathe.
Repeatedly tells us how
God loves us.
Gives numerous examples
from the Bible.
God loves you.
God loves you.
God loves you.
That’s all we hear.
Fellow riders ask him to stop.
The motor mouth preacher ignores them.
Driver won’t ask him to stop
because “he paid his fare like everyone else.”
Irritable riders
start to shout and curse.
Motor mouth preacher
just continues to speak over them.
Non-stop.
Non-breathing.
Where is his stop?
He has to get off sometime – doesn’t he?
I can appreciate his ‘love of God’,
and wanting to spread His word,
but I already know that God loves me,
and when I want to hear a sermon
I’ll go to church on Sunday.
At last.
Preacher Motor Mouth gets off.
Peace and quiet
at the bus terminal.
Now, this is Gospel.