Faith or Fodder

By Christopher Rupley

The crowds they come,
huddled and hustling,
bustling and broken,
trying to understand
what makes the absurdity
of their faith function

To pay tithe
to the voice
in their heads,
paying tribute
to what is unseen,
what is hoped for
yet inconspicuously
present in their
day-to-day dreams

So they offer themselves,
their hearts,
minds
and souls,
and hope they’re
heard,
remembered,
not lost
in the scope of eternity…

 

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