The False Rapture
We’ve redefined God
Into someone
Who fits
His image
Our vision
His vision
Inconvenient
Alongside things
That won’t let go
His message untimely
With bills to pay
And concrete goddesses
To which we pray
“a tail never tried to wag
a bigger dog”
As we chant inside the
False rapture
Of our own
Becoming
Hiding from the very
Light
That promises
—to show us the way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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