After Benediction

AFTER BENEDICTION After the Golden Rule was taught; In spirit, the cleric’s tongue was caught. Like a pregnant cloud Ready to perch on the Y-shaped crowd: “You are blessed by Jehovah El-shaddai. In you, everything of hell-shall-die in the name of Him that’s above all men. And the church will say”, “Amen” But after benediction, I consider it a spur, an inspiration: Which accounts for ninety percent; The remaining ten: my effort and bent. With mercy and deft, I’ll part heaven’s clime To usher in my perpetual lustrous time But after benediction, With my earthly intuition, I eagerly chase my transient fame. I adapted to a new aim. Being mindful of how poverty afflicts, I’m tired of chanting the chorus of derelicts. But after benediction, I always have a fresh eternity revelation, But sooner forget the Calvary cost: Even the words from the mighty pen of Frost About ‘The Road Not Taken’ Wherein my foundation was shaken But after benediction, In a storm of confusion, I straddle on moral fence--- After life’s exploit, whose presence? Which fort – light or dark? Which angels – white or black?