No corporeal Jesuses here, no loaves or fishes,
Water, wine, and no compassion for the needy.
“Do as we did (though they didn't), and better
Yourself by means of your own hard work.
Poverty's always a personal failing, and sins
Are not to be forgiven, lest the sinner sin again.”
When they pray, they beg for some earthly
Advancement, not for grace, surely not to be
Redeemed, beneath an image of their savior,
Wrapped in rags, and pinned, for being
All that they have shown they're not,
Onto a wooden cross.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-07-20 at 14:10
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