Traffic Jam in Heaven

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still in them. - Thoreau

willing but flawed

these seemingly steadfast followers of god

every sunday, they came to hear the word

stained glass of their souls rolled down

flipping everyone the wrong bird

when push comes to shove

never able to find a white dove

where went the love

faith a balance beam in limbo

fingers and eternity hanging out the window

trying to take it easy on day seven

damn this traffic jam in heaven

Author's Note

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” - Thoreau