The Golden CalvesA Poem by Hayley
“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--”
We were lectors in the city once
Where the drinkers and sinners congregated for a good deed
(Beggars with stale bread and doves on their shoulders
Armani and Louis Vuitton with sculpted hair)
They called us righteous
We wore our navy blazers and our stiff collars
Showed them our bloody sleeves and knees-
We left them asunder and kneeling by the end of it with our voices:
“Comrades, drink from the water we pour upon your soiled tongues;
For He toils for us, and none is pure as the wine He touches”
I thought they pondered and watered their seeds
I thought the glint I saw came from their eyes
Hosanna, my blood is Your wine
But are we allowed a beer?
I saw many golden calves that day.
© 2012 Hayley
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Last Updated on April 14, 2012
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