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.
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