Sunday Sermons

Sunday Sermons

it was not Sunday

but it was Sun Day

for the light did not fail me

this day

like as certain as certain can be

you did rise

messages have flooded our consciousness

with choices of no end

and dreams

are but that gate

where we may escape

and visit upon our convictions

without conviction

and guilt

the silt lies at the bottom of the pool

a place where fools lie

searching for shadows

to hide from them selves

but this can not be achieved

can it ?

why does man choose still

to parade as clowns of knowing

yet continue sowing

seeds of discord

in what could be

the prefect garden ?

we ardently participate

playing the Game of Life

while the Milton Bradleys

provide us with vicarious triumphs

and the Parker Brothers and Mattels smile on

all the way to the Bank

depositing remnants

of our Bankrupt futures

because we let the Brokers break us

as we trust

as we are told to

they took God

and put his Eye

on the Dollar

and your eye to

as we say aye,

yes, i understand

what you would have me do

though i have little clue

about the totality of the game is

my nose smells Denmark

and something is rotten

and it is not the cheese

so perhaps i will go to Church

and listen

to another of those Sunday Sermons

of Fox News

or CNN

and then again

i can begin again

to start to understand

what it is you are teaching me

and then i can preach it to the masses

just like you told me to

in those Sunday Sermons

© 17 May 2013 : william s. peters, sr.