Oh my Lord,
My sweet, sweet Lord.
I imagine the disengaged expression on your face
Used to represent an antiquated Jewish carpenter
From the “middle” East,
Yes you, that Jesus;
Please help us.
You see Lord,
We the People,
In order to form a more “perfect union”,
A union of all American men
who are white and strong and good and straight
And ride the white horses
In chasing away those
Evil injuns
And saving the helpless women
In the petticoats and calico dresses,
The “make American great Again” men
Please Jesus,
Please forgive “us”,
The white men that created you.
Deliver us from the
Hate swarm
Group-think
Power hungry
Egomaniacal
Fear filled
Gun toters
Who profess
to believe in a
Guns-and-Roses Moses
And not a brown and homeless
immigrant.
Let me kneel and wash your tired feet
As you wipe the sweat from my
Upturned brow before you
And receive your grace in place of those
Who feel no need, nor understand
Arrogance, bigotry, sexism, xenophobia.
Please forgive us as
Mr. Cleaver forgave the Beave
For doing something so stupid
That we make even those who
Desire to live stupidly
Feel offended.
And dear Lord? My golden calf Lord?
Teach us again how you
Washed the feet of the 12
And probably even more than 12,
If you actually count the women,
And the children
And the stranger
And Elijah;
Elijah who awaits an invitation to
Come to our “open” table
And celebrate with all of us.
Finally.
Amen.
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