Cockroached
In every church there are a few
old cockroaches warming up a pew,
whispering secrets
or stretching truth, lies.
Once upon a time
one sat in disguise
rubbing shoulders with the righteous
though there were a few he didn’t trust.
Every faith has ‘bugs’ here or there:
gossipers, a preacher who doesn’t care …
all roaches, hot air.
Disgrace His temple—
the TRUTH covered up,
too boring, simple.
Busy! The righteous aren’t listening …
prefer peace without any bickering.
In every place there are way too many
old cockroaches with insides empty
who stir up trouble
(words, deeds) for us all.
Lacking courage …FIRE …
wagging tongues, liar!
Exterminate, the congregation is bugged!
Everyone ‘roached’—God, Himself, will then judge!
copyright 2008 Sandra S. Corona
“I Found Him”
as Kate says, Bingo! Unique perspective and fine telling, one of your very best.
John
Edwin
old cockroaches with insides empty
who stir up trouble
How so sadly true, Sandra.
Be always safe,
Karen
Finely-penned my friend . . . first rate!!
Best wishes,
Lance
Mary