Friday, November 2, 2018

The Texas Minister Preaches Revival, November 2 2018

Someone in the room, I don't know who,
is nettled. Is only here because
someone said it was a good idea,
and maybe wanted a spectacle. Some emotion.
Not this thick toast and honey butter.
Not this chutney with a bite.
This stings. This kneads the hardened muscles till
it burns deep down, and you want it
to stop, and you don't. You want water.
You want all the water in the whole world.
The wateriest water. You wake up
thirsty. You wake up mad. Not in the mood
for a lot of pesky questions.

Let's just pause here for a second:
What did you expect?
Nothing, hopefully. Or something
for everyone else but you.
Or something reassuring.
Not this repetitive dunking
in the Jordan. Not this familiarity
and fire. You like your prophets
dazzling and remote. Someone wrap a sheet
around the Holy Ghost. 

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