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
