What a marvel is modern man.
With nothing more than a church and a Bible,
he has figured out a way to be a spiritual animal
And to think, he could have been a chemist or an astronomer.
But he’d rather feel secure than learn anything new.
And yet, something’s changed slightly.
He’s uncomfortable with his cross.
Was it the tornado?
What about the kid who died
or the loved one who walked out?
Was it all that cancer?
The air disaster?
The war where prayers were answered with bullets?
He’s still in the pew, kneeling, sitting, standing, as required.
But his heart is broken, his mind is uncertain.
And his soul’s just like his skin.
It’s beginning to crawl.
