His visage is that of a bristling sardine. <br />His suit the impression of wet scales. <br />His mouth draws rushing currents of air <br />across hidden guilt slits. <br />His face is reddened with rage and self-righteousness <br />“Surely” he should not have to share his world <br />with the likes of homos and reprobates, <br />befouling the waters of his kingdom. <br />Love is mentioned in this castigation. <br />God’s love is mentioned in the same gasp <br />as the condemnation of mankind. <br />The vicar has described in the greater sense the <br />Love which pours from the speared heart of Christ <br />and brimstone which erupts from the furnace of Hell <br />as he would describe the administrations of any <br />Schizophrenic parent sparing the rod and ruining the child. <br />Lovingly “beat the devil” from the body <br />to save the soul for eternal paradise. <br />He is looking at me somehow <br />our eyes have opened in the soul <br />I see fear and anger and all the foils <br />of a man who can’t find love. <br />He has found in the place of love and understanding <br />a pulpit to elevate his stature. <br />He is clothed in a suit which hides his flesh <br />yet he is naked in his ignorance of Jesus. <br />I wondered in that instant <br />the number of madmen or Godmen <br />dispensing their vulgar stupidity <br />to the masses.<br /><br />George Murdock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/godman/
