breezed right in. God knows I'm gay
but He sent no angel to block my
I visited the gift shop first,
then sipped holy water to
quench my thirst.
It was good to hear no one outside
or REPENT! or SHAME! or PRIDE!
It is good to just sit and come to
It is men, after all,
with this whole religious can of worms:
matters of love, and truth and fate.
We wear the
mantle of humanity
uneasily, under a cloak of vanity,
Faith the poor environs
of flesh and blood, no match for iron
Cathedrals themselves, which merely suggest
or beg the presence of God,
We struggle to put God in a place
with doors and windows,
and lofty space
so we can summarily admit or exclude,
our vagaries of mood.
Arrogance! Ignorance! All space is His!
do not define where He is!
And doors cast rudely shut in His
close on hinges of fear and shame.
"Silly children, to
guard me so well
from your mistaken vision of Hell
is folly. Why
shield my view
from those who look no different than you?
well, your stone and glass
is a lovely dining room for mass
nothing more. I take more pride
in mingling on the steps
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