I’m a poet
Not a preacher
Every time I think of faith
I find another water feature
Water works on seven
If we unpack my trauma
Water works on eleven
Anxiety rolled up
Like a fist to these intestines
I heard Jesus call me
From a forest not a field
He never sanctioned
The weapons they wield
But oh my oh my
How the Pharisees rise
They’ll claim that pigs fly
And drag us to our demise
And oh my oh my
What a surprise
It took a poet
And a preacher
To widen their eyes