Prayers in a spoon

Short and to the point...

     Big prayers from the bottom of a dirty spoon.

 

Save me from this life. Make me beautiful and whole again.

     Soak up the sacramental wine with a ragged ball of cotton.

Break my body for you. Just a small crucifiction. 

   You don’t need a hammer to drive this spike home.

This is miracles in a fast food culture.

   Instant gratification.

Money buys you all the god you can afford.

   No waiting for an ambiguous answer.

Salvation moves up your arm untill the holey spirit fills you.

    The tith offered, the ritual complete, we kneel and drop the relics of our faith                                                                       and our eyelids. 

Author's Note

Iknow Iprobably come off as one-note... but this is life for me. From learnig about it in horror to living it.

Reviews

[Christopher Norton]

Itried to keep it simple. I tend to be wordy. Another attempt to be "naked". Ifigured that saying less coud say more... am I on the right track?