And in Faith | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

whispering words
a shepherd in a herd
and a boy of fourteen
a church on the green
wood cross set to lean
a perfect haunt
a window thin and gaunt
the floor is cold, creaking wood
and that’s where the boy stood
in a suit to dress
waiting to be blessed
to be told what is,
is right
but the morning light
stretches across pink skin
the pastor smells of gin
the herd has lost its shepherd
streets are cracked and checkered
pews are covered in chewing gum
and someone is standing with a gun
in a heartbeat it’s quiet
tears trail his face in riot
“you said you had a plan”
and a broken man brings the barrel to his head
and as he wept he began to read what was read
an uncertain story
that holds a baby in the highest glory
“and in the name of the father”
not everyone is a brother
“the son”
not every war is won
“and the holy spirit”
and this is when you being to fear it
the power of a bullet
buried in the hands of faith
and a man’s face

#And in Faith