you think i'm kidding






colin took marcy and me

up to chico last weekend to visit

his grandparents' farm


beautiful country, but dry

and everyone is scared half to death

of fire, and rightly so


we went up on saturday


marcy and i slept in the guest room

colin slept on the couch


on sunday colin's grandparents

were off to church 


they are baptists

and believe mightily


i asked if i could go along


it is a tiny congregation

in a tiny well kept and white painted country church


the sermon circled around the one thing that matters

being saved—born again


though the preacher was preaching to the choir

he preached on that and that alone

citing scripture and improvising with some grace and all sincerity

as if nothing else mattered

and i guess if all goes to hell 

than that's about right


hands were raised

prayers were said




i was the only newcomer

and the youngest by a generation or even two


at the end of the sermon 

the preacher welcomed me

and asked if i had been saved


his voice was friendly and concerned


i said no


he asked if i would come up

and praise jesus

and accept him as my lord and savior


i thought what the hell


when the pastor put his hand on my head

i felt something


i understand psychology pretty well

i know how these things work


but i felt something

and the tears started coming


the whole congregation prayed for me

i said i want to take jesus into my life



everyone said i was blessed

and i felt a burden

had been lifted from me


that i'd never have to worry about writing papers

or losing terri

or going hungry ever again

not that i've ever been hungry

and all in all it was pretty intense




it is good being saved

i can foist my problems on jesus

and eat chocolate cake til it comes out my ears

because i won't get fat

unless jesus wants me to get fat

and if he does 

there's not a damn thing i can do about it

and if jesus wants me

to find my north country girl

it will happen

and i hope he does because i sure as hell want to

and i think maybe it will

because i can almost taste her

and if it helps

i will praise jesus! til the cows come home

or i get her

whichever comes first





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Written on 2015-10-01 at 15:46

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Ghost of Heino
You bring me into the room. I can even hear them sing. The heat from the people present. Your tears and how your mind takes it all in.
You have this ability to show every angle, every sound, every shade of every situation described by your hand.
It is a rare talent.

(Oh the cows, I hope they will grass upon that mountain for a long time still. And may this winter be a mild one.)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Let's hope that she gets there ahead of the cows. I liked this poem because it reminds me of something I've encountered a number times. I'm not at all religious, can't be, but I am a little envious of the certainty and serenity of the devout.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I know where I'm heading. Well me best freinds are there - all around me , part of me will live on those I have met in all the ways , thats posable - and ways some will say imposable, some will rember someting I said or wrote - over time , my name will slip away - but my words will live on - thats my affter life!
Ken D :) :)

I enjoyed the tale ... good luck with Jesus. :)

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Mighty many tricks