Just because GOD shows you his face
Doesn’t mean you know him,
Just because you’re all “goo goo gaga”, “bug eyed out,”
In silent fornication
With another lover’s brother’s sister,
Doesn’t mean we’re forgiven
For any harm we’ve been the spawn of,
Or in cahoots with,
Don’t you understand we become one
With what’s forever rolling lonesome brother,
And unfurling to the truthful rooted core?
That all these crazy tales have happy endings?
That the unmentioned muttered hum
Within love’s only holy rolling bowling ball of thunder,
Now my new day morning phone calls
First ring charge,
And have I ever mentioned yet forgiveness?