THE CHURCH

"This is my blood, drink"
There is a miracle in the church
The church of Lourdes and the vatican
Rituals of transmogrification, I silently watch
As wafers and wine turned host and blood
With olive and mustard from Jerusalem
Roused in incence and smokes of saintly
Hanging maliciously over the chandeliers
Threatening to dim the lights of reason
Even in the Roman church

"I forgive thee with penance"
There is a war-of-wit in the church
A war with witty words of suasion
Politics, even in the pews that we sit
Otherwise, densely settled on the fonts
Magnanimously competing for space
With the bibles, crosses and beads
Contritions and acts of hearing God
God knows we fight a war-of-wit
Even on the holy pews we sit


"I see generational curses on thy forehead"
Thy forebears too- in bloody rites
There is a seer in the church
In the un-orthodoxed pentecostals
A fortune teller spinning webs of confusion
Of tongues spoken behind the pulpits
Cobwebs hanging maliciously around chapels
There is a prophet of doom
Even in the church of saints
Birthed in the other church- not of Rome

"In the name of the pope"
There is godfatherism, in the church
We know someone who knows someone else
Long tentacles threatening to submerge us
Deacons, knights and bishops with earthly crusts
And appendages surpassing the divine cause
Even God the Father's "Man Know thyself"
Has been  transformed to man-know-man
For we seldom play host to the word of Psalms
But politick and peddle- even in our Father God's arms.

WRITTEN BY:
© Uduak Otongaran
Uduak-otongaran@outlook.com
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