The pastor says
We are having church
And I begin to wonder what it means to
Possess a thing you cannot touch

I caught the holy ghost once
After chasing him in the back pews
Held on to him long enough to convince my mother of salvation
Then went home and set him free in the wild

How pompous of man to
Think himself temple
Don’t you know I have called out to God
In emptier structures?

The doors of the church are open
Come, sit
Lay your burdens at the altar
Eat the body and its crumbs, sip the blood
Until you are satisfied

I am unlearning how to erect myself
As a stained-glass home
This pipe organ heart is guilty of calling out to the godless
Especially men who peek during prayer