pressing through another “nice talk”
confessing to myself that i sit here
a child of God, starving, thirsting,
longing for a fresh word
true manna
from heaven
feeling something, not quite guilt,
but admitting to myself that i’d
rather be
watching golf, tennis,
soccer, even
paint drying
i wake up every Sunday
praying for the service, the speaker
i sit in the church praying
and then proceed
to…
endure and fade
away
for the first time in my life
i understand why most men find
church
boring
explaining why golf courses are full
and pews empty
it might be easier if i wasn’t a veteran
a seasoned
communicator
that has experienced
firsthand,
the flow, the
anointing, the wonder
but life’s journey has led me once again
to spectator status,
number retired
watching from the
sidelines
“Lord Jesus Christ,
Son of God,
Have mercy on me, a sinner.”
-
mark
dean cooke, 7-5-26
