Slivers of unblockedness
Single Mother/Single Father spat
on the face of the man/woman at the subway stop.
The man/woman with the
Lexus/Mercedes keys dangling without much care,
but with too much pride from his/her right jeans pocket.
The man/woman who is talking, at this moment,
about how God/Allah/The Powers That Be
have blessed him/her, because he/she recently increased
Oh God blesses those who give up the blessings
in blessed amounts for the joy of God.
I recently endured a whole week of hardship,
because I gave up 4% of my monthly earnings
in an attempt to give more back to my blessed,
holy, God-filled church.
Of course, I didn’t expect anything back from God.
God just decided to do that on HIS own!
Lo and behold, after I increased my tithing from
3% to 4%, God blessed me, in all the rapturous
joy as He sees fit, with a new client at my firm,
and, wouldn’t you know it, I got all that money
right back. Yes, I tell you what, those folks that
claim the economy isn’t what it used to be just
aren’t very good Christians, if you ask me.
The words came from the man/woman’s mouth
as though capitalized. The punctuation was felt.
The false sincerity was disgusting, and needed to be
washed off his/her face, though Single Mother/Father.
And every molecule of saliva came together in
one Glorious Baptism, as though capitalized.
Drops for the Bible that lay on his/her son’s/daughter’s
nightstand, read every night by the two.
One for the daily prayers lifted up for salvation and,
it seemed lately, futility.
Some for the volunteer hours spent every weekend building
free houses for those who were just barely less fortunate.
For the $10 a week scrounged and scraped together lifted
up with begging eyes, returned with even less.
Mother/Father did not ask forgiveness for, at that very moment,
Mother/Father became an atheist.