One for another

One religion for another.

The wretched human heart

—the poor thing—

crawls

from one religion to another.

It grasps

for a Church.

It stretches out its desperate web

to catch an idol in the dark.

 

Today

we’re trained

to worship the rainbow.

The city streets of Adelaide

rainbowed out some more

—a call to prayer,

a call to arms

to out the closet heretic

who dares blaspheme the acronym,

the Church alive and well.

 

We need a Church,

be it old or new,

robed

or rainbowed.

 

For the heart is weak. I get it.

It’s scared to do this on its own.