It’s Not Easy Being Transcendental in the Suburbs – Joseph Harwick

“Give yourself to the Lord,” read the sign
outside the mega-prayer center.
The converted sports arena sat next
to a busy highway.

In America, everything is a business.
Instead of gothic cathedrals,
we have nondenominational meccas
with parking lots instead of atriums.

There are no large, overarching, stained-glass windows
that reach for the heavens and let there be light.
We manufacture that instead, using the newest
technology in flashing lights and video projection.
The nave and wooden pews
have been replaced with padded
stadium seating. An angel
looks down disapprovingly at a congregation
cheering to the words of an over-zealous
pastor. I watched on the jumbotron
as he spoke in tongues and made a cripple
stand from a wheelchair, then fall back down into it—
overpowered by presence of Christ.
Jesus was praised and money collected.
The pastor stood triumphantly under the angel.
Michelangelo would have thought he was in hell.
©2013 All rights belong with the Author.


Filed under General Poetry

6 responses to “It’s Not Easy Being Transcendental in the Suburbs – Joseph Harwick

  1. Bruce Ruston

    The poetry Jar would like to welcome Joseph Harwick with his submission today

  2. vishalbheeroo

    nice poem:)

  3. I thank you too having just saw this 🙂

  4. And Bruce for his support

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