When I was a child, God made so much more sense…
When 7:30 arrived, going to church meant going to church
And sitting up front meant you were really saved
And sitting in the middle meant you were kinda saved
And you were a heathen if you sat in the back
So I sat with the deacons and the regular folks who religiously go to church and I sat silent
Eyes pressed open watching praise dancers close their eyelids and pray to God
How much do you have to contort the form of your face for Him to hear you
And reaching your hand must make Him come near you
They could feel His presence.
This essence was the luminescence of the Spirit of God
Lights danced on faces
Drums played in cadence
And the radiance that is His presence was no façade – This was God
Drum-kissed Baptist feet play rhythms on church floors
And the tambourine made sweet melodies with the hands as if by cue of the Lord
And we’d all play roles and hold scripts like starving actors
Reading the bible and living it backwards
Cannibalizing living words Sunday afternoon till Sunday morning
No one told me this stage was just the seed forming
No one told me that this was just my warning
No one told me that I would have to grow up, and find God.
When I was a child…
This is absolutely beautiful.