Credo redux

I believe in the almighty father, mad and in jail,

And in “the savior,” his son, who foots him no bail,

And in tatters, their life, tumbling in the wind,

And in peace in the end for all who have sinned!

Laetare

I don’t like the stupid part

of being a disciple –

how you have to learn

the same lessons again and again,

fight the same fights,

and offer the same apologies

thirty years in a row.

I’m sick to death

of thinking I get it –

feeling contrite at Mass,

all that wet-eyed resolve

and the light shining on

just the right window

at just the right time –

until you’re again coughing, after,

over your coffee, sputtering

your justifications and wondering

secretly if God Himself is not choking,

ready finally to keep His promise

and spit you from His mouth!