This is a poem about a magic show/evangelism performance I went to. No, they don't go together very well.
"Wow!"
At the magic show
he plucks a rabbit
out of a hat
and more, much more.
Before the show
too many milling people.
A wave of paranoia washes over me
somehow I manage to control it.
This is a special show
with its emphasis on salvation
as well as prestidigitation.
I can feel the audience
wrestle with their consciences.
Pieces of paper pass by me
over me, around me.
In a sea of faithfulness,
I remain ungodly.
August 20, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-08-23 at 07:28
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"Wow!"
At the magic show
he plucks a rabbit
out of a hat
and more, much more.
Before the show
too many milling people.
A wave of paranoia washes over me
somehow I manage to control it.
This is a special show
with its emphasis on salvation
as well as prestidigitation.
I can feel the audience
wrestle with their consciences.
Pieces of paper pass by me
over me, around me.
In a sea of faithfulness,
I remain ungodly.
August 20, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 648 times
Written on 2009-08-23 at 07:28
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