James Heath Poet Narrative

Church Folk

SHE WAS HIGH, AND SMELLING, RIPE OF SEX 
WHEN SHE WALKED INTO THE CHURCH. 
IT WAS EVENING SERVICE, BUT STILL, THE AIR WAS HOT. 
HER BLOUSE WAS OPEN, HER JEANS WERE TIGHT, 
BUT HER SPIRIT WAS SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS... 
SHE NEEDED RELEASE FROM HER BONDAGE, OR HER SOUL WOULD ROT. 
UNSURE OF THE SOURCE, OF THE POWER THAT LED HER... 
THAT SPOKE TO SOME SUBCONSCIOUS NEED, 
TO SALVAGE THAT PORTION OF LIFE, NOT YET WITHERED AWAY. 
SHE REMEMBERED THE YEARS AS A CHILD, SHE WOULD LISTEN 
TO PARENTS THAT READ FROM THE BIBLE. 
THE PARENTS THAT TAUGHT HER TO TRUST GOD, AND TAUGHT HER TO 
PRAY. 

SHE NOTICED SOME CHURCH FOLK, WERE LOOKING HER WAY, 
THEIR EYES FULL OF COLD CONDEMNATION. 
EXPRESSIONS THAT THREATENED TO PAINT HER WITH FEATHERS AND 
TAR. 
HER GRANDMOM ONCE TOLD HER THE PROBLEM WITH CHURCH 
WAS CHURCH FOLK...THAT SURE LOVE TO JUDGE 
WHO SOMEHOW FORGOT, THAT CHRIST SAID,"TO COME AS YOU ARE." 
SO WITH THAT IN MIND, SHE MANAGED TO SMILE 
THE SMILE OF A SINNER WITH PURPOSE... 
THE SMILE OF A WOMAN ACCUSTOMED, TO TREATMENT LIKE DIRT. 
HER SPIRIT WAS DRIVEN AND FUELED INTO FOCUS 
BY PAIN AND BAD CHOICES SHE'S MADE 
SHE WAS SEEKING FORGIVENESS IN CHRIST, SO THEIR LOOKS, DID NOT 
HURT. 

THESE CHURCH FOLK WHO FELT THEMSELVES RIGHTEOUS AND HOLY 
WHO FELT IT THEIR DUTY TO JUDGE HER... 
WHO ALL KNEW THE WORD, BUT SOMEHOW FORGOTTEN ITS TRUTH. 
COULD NOT STEAL THE JOY AND THE PEACE NOW UPON HER 
A CALM SHE'D NOT FOUND, IN THE WORLD... 
A REBIRTH OF SOMETHING SHE'S MISSED 
SINCE THE DAYS OF HER YOUTH. 
SHE WAS THERE TO PRAISE "GOD', NOT THE PEOPLE, 
WHO WHISPERED AND POINTED HER WAY, 
HIS DOORS REMAIN OPEN TO "ALL", WHO WOULD SEEK TO COME IN. 
THEY'VE BECOME TOO RELIGIOUS, TO BE ABOUT GOD 
THESE CHURCH FOLK, WHO CALL THEMSELVES SAINTS... 
NOT RECOGNIZING THEIR JUDGMENT, THE MUCH GREATER SIN. 

THIS WOMAN WAS TIRED OF LIVING HER LIFE, IN SINFUL DARK WAYS OF 
THE FLESH, 
AND CHURCH FOLK WOULD THINK, TO SHUT HER OUT, TURN HER AWAY. 
WELL THIS ONE MADE IT IN, BUT HOW MANY WILL NOT 
SHUT OUT...BY THE PERFECT, SELF RIGHTEOUS... 
HOW MANY MORE OF OUR LOST SOULS, WILL CHURCH FOLK, BETRAY 
AMEN! 
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