you think i'm kidding
saved!
~
colin took marcy and me
up to chico last weekend to visit
his grandparents' farm
beautiful country, but dry
and everyone is scared half to death
of fire, and rightly so
we went up on saturday
marcy and i slept in the guest room
colin slept on the couch
on sunday colin's grandparents
were off to church
they are baptists
and believe mightily
i asked if i could go along
it is a tiny congregation
in a tiny well kept and white painted country church
the sermon circled around the one thing that matters
being saved—born again
though the preacher was preaching to the choir
he preached on that and that alone
citing scripture and improvising with some grace and all sincerity
as if nothing else mattered
and i guess if all goes to hell
than that's about right
hands were raised
prayers were said
~
i was the only newcomer
and the youngest by a generation or even two
at the end of the sermon
the preacher welcomed me
and asked if i had been saved
his voice was friendly and concerned
i said no
he asked if i would come up
and praise jesus
and accept him as my lord and savior
i thought what the hell
when the pastor put his hand on my head
i felt something
i understand psychology pretty well
i know how these things work
but i felt something
and the tears started coming
the whole congregation prayed for me
i said i want to take jesus into my life
afterward
everyone said i was blessed
and i felt a burden
had been lifted from me
that i'd never have to worry about writing papers
or losing terri
or going hungry ever again
not that i've ever been hungry
and all in all it was pretty intense
~
it is good being saved
i can foist my problems on jesus
and eat chocolate cake til it comes out my ears
because i won't get fat
unless jesus wants me to get fat
and if he does
there's not a damn thing i can do about it
and if jesus wants me
to find my north country girl
it will happen
and i hope he does because i sure as hell want to
and i think maybe it will
because i can almost taste her
and if it helps
i will praise jesus! til the cows come home
or i get her
whichever comes first
~
Poetry by one trick pony
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