Church Is for the Birds

Pasatiempo - - Poetry - by Matthew G. Lara

Sun­day morn­ing cafecito on the deck A Pin­ion Jay in his blue feath­ered frock Preaches fire and brim­stone from his pul­pit high in a ju­niper tree. I am drawn into the ser­mon. His God is not one of for­give­ness There is no war­ble from the cricket choir No “HAL­LELU­JAH” from the in­sect con­gre­ga­tion. They lis­ten silently from the shad­ows Lest the preacher have them for break­fast.

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