Drunk in Sin

They embrace the illusion, loud noises of praise - in lieu of the mirage, I opt for unblemished soul. Hidden symphony conjuring reckless gambit, in the open they unveil their virtuous guise. They are drawn to one another like magnets, embracing shared values, dancing with darkness. They cast stones at the different, branding diverse worship as heresy, but God's ways invite diverse devotion. If your laughter dances too closely with his, you're in the waltz of flirtation. If you lock the door of greeting, you've sealed the envelope of rudeness in the church's mail. They sculpt divinity from the clay of humanity, crafting a godlike statue from the very beings it resembles. And to souls like mine, they label us intoxicated by the spirits of transgression. If I choose to swim against the river of man-made language, am I cast as a rebel in the sea of sin?