The preacher

The moon isn’t in this photo

The preacher

He always has at hand
THE BOOK
You know

The one written by GOD
His word
The complete story of his works

Everything is quite simple:
If it is said on it
It is law

If it don’t
Is free
To human interpretation

He thinks
I’m one of his sons
One of his flock

He really cares for
My soul
Here and afterwards

Because he wants to play harp
On white clouds
With his lambs

I’ve showed him the moon
And he showed me a flower
And told me without hesitation

Not to ask weird questions
To focus my mind
On EARTH

The main floor of everything
What really matters
To whom you now know

VABM 25-Apr-10