It's been awhile, hasn't it?
I wrote a poem tonight and as usual, I suck at titles, so it doesn't have one at the moment. But, here it is:
I left the vestibule door open
when I ran in
jacked up on generic Kool-Aid
and store bought cookies
and I knew
as sure as I knew that my
new Reeboks were a size 11
that this year I was
gonna sing so loud
they'd hear me across the river
across the tracks
even if the old L&N coal train
went by
blowing it's horn at the
Black Bottom crossing.
I never was good at the craft part
of Vacation Bible School
I couldn't, still can't, paint
or work with my hands.
But Jesus loves the little children
red and yellow, black and white
I could sing it
over the clicking of Kodaks
the whipping of bulletins as fans
and the heathen kids riding by
on rusty Huffys outside.
Mama was gonna be proud.
I pledge allegiance to the Christian flag
Onward Christian soldiers
marching as to war
Oh, Victory in Jesus
My Savior
Forever
Lord, it's been a month of Sundays
but I still know all the verses to
How Great Thou Art
but my voice is rusty
The B-I-B-L-E was not the book for me
I stood alone
on grown man feet and
couldn't walk back through
the vestibule door.
Blessed assurance
Jesus is mine
Little ones to him belong
I once was lost
or am
or wasn't
The son has now outlived the Son
But I can look outside and
see Him in a December sky
in my boyfriend
feel Him in the marrow of my sternum
as I write these words
with shaky hands
But, oh God
Is it well with my soul?
