in a bare room on sunday morning
instead of singing songs
whose words i dont believe any more
forgetting about what is going on
in the next room as we live in the moment
loving, caring, learning to open up
me or them?
is this being christian?
books read, caffeine laden drinks imbibedas we question the asumptions we always make
all the while wondering
if we should be down the street a little ways
instead of a place where money is exchanged
for a cup of liquid life...
energizing, addicting, refreshing
the drink or the company?
is this being christian?
surrounded by people i assumed
i could not understand or relate to
yet at the table accepted
in spite of the fact that
we are all from different worlds
but somehow find commonality
cursing, narrating, enjoying...
the place or the people?
souls bared, blood poured and body broken
in a dimly lit room
we seek something different
hoping that somehow
god will show up
and it will all finally make sense
enlightening, empowering, shaping
the sermon or the communion?
is this being christian?
