Secrets

Secrets

And the church says

Such a blessed man

Such forcefulness

Filled with the spirit

Fearless

Saintly

Mannersable and charming

Passionate

Aflame with the word

An inspiration

Discerning …

Father I have sinned

I have shepherded your flock through the pastures

Guided them with your instructions

Chastised in your name

Led by example

Your will is my will lord

You knew me from small

You know my heart

My life you know it all

I live to serve my lord

You know this

But lord how keenly I feel the pull of the abyss

Save me lord from the blaze of damnation

I have cavorted with darkness lord

A slave to fornication

I am on my knees lord to you I pray

My flesh was too weak

Upon the flock I prey

No different from ye old dragon or the wolf

my tongue I gave no rein as it honeyed out untruth

I am ashamed my lord

The devils laugh within my head

Mocking me persistently as I lay wrapped up in her bed

And the church says

If you ain’t have nothing good to say

Then don’t say anyting a’tall

She look good doh

Tek you eye off she and keep it on the lord

Well the good lord did come for the sinners not for the saved

What a way to make a living

Hmm hhhhmmm

What you say?

Nothing dear

Father I have sinned

I try to be good father

But I am not

I am lost

And in trying to find self

I’ve sold everything I had including myself

And I’m good at it

Too good

Now I sell people

Two minutes

Half an hour

An hour at a time at your leisure

I provide pleasure

I am a flesh peddler

My wares are always fresh

I am shunned by day

Yet pursued by night

Taken with coin

Or ….

Taken by fight

I am not good

But I am good at what I do

Father please save me

For within me grows the life of your shepherd’s baby

Compassion made him aware of my plight

He sought to guide me to redemption

But it seems our shadows were too much alike

We gave in to temptation

Now I am dying father

This poison eating me

Is this the sum of my iniquity?

…

Well then father, if it is your will

I’ll bear every stripe

I shall drink every drop from the bitter cup

I’ll bear this cross to the grave with a smile

But dear father in whose name I pray

Please lord

Spare my child.

And the church says

Boy that Pastor is a good man

He take that child and raise him like his own

God bless him

Such an upright man

That child should be grateful

Is a good looking child

Very soft spoken

Just like pastor, eh

His mother was such a ting

What she die from, AIDS?

No Cancer

God rest her soul

Indeed

So her den of sin close down

No under new management

Another Madamme?

No a Monsieur

A soft spoken Monsieur who dresses all in white with a big cross around his neck and a hat

(sign of the cross) hmph

Pastor need to look into that

God bless him

Glen Toussaint©2015