The church leaders
were polite but concerned.
But they seemed delighted
when I gave them my assurances
that I would not interfere
with their rituals, their beliefs.
It was not my intention
to tell people how to pray.
In the face of the tactful iron fist,
religion is always the first to crumble.
Especially when I promised to attend
the occasional service.
God, the father.
God, the son.
God, the holy ghost.
And now God, the unwitting accomplice.