on the side of the road,
next to the church.
God is still here,
it's you
who has moved on.
i nod in agreement
as i sip on my five
dollar cup
of coffee and eat
a seven-dollar maple donut
with bacon on it.
i seem to need God
more in times of trouble,
than when the road
is easy,
the day full of joy
and laughs.
i don't wish it upon me
or anyone, but
at times
i do need that foxhole
with the bullets
flying overhead,
i need a bomb to drop,
my leg caught
in the barbed wire
as the enemy attacks.
i need fear and pain,
suffering, it seems
to bring me back
into the flock
of the faithful.
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