"The Church" by Linda Munson Peth

Ghost House and Chapel bells and gongs its goings on.

The purpose is upbuilding.

Any person may enter with a letter of introduction, that is ordination,

Which says: I am no good, but wish I were better.

Any kind of kindred spirit will be let in, but never, no, the practicer of the traditional woe, mockery, hypocrisy.

Fitter to self-declare the worst, dog among men, a worn, than to be cursed, squirming, under contradiction of veneer and interior.

Here, hymns and harmony are taught, the singers cognizant of the fact that only one letter separates them from the sinners, so how can they be proud, so sigh their hearts as high, as much, if heaven will allow it?

Holding hands in church is mandatory, exploratory surgery of the heart, the first part picked out, practiced, acted out in lessons and languages of every conceivable type and tongue.

If, in response, messages are received by one or some, singing ceases, while the speaker elaborates, explains the days intentions, promotes the general welfare, advances covenants and peace.

Gifts to orphans is considered chief among the ways of worship, so we go, as ought, for indulgences are dear and nearly paid for, though they can't be really bought or auctioned off.

We sit, as ought, nicely put in order, all arranged, Waiting for the day, Panting Pentecost

When the estranged, the lost, will be reconsidered.

(April 30, 1988)