Sat down with the old man

to have a bite to eat.

he’d been pummeled by Trouble’s hand

in his house of Sunday meet

He couldn’t seem to find the words

to relieve his heavy soul

So, he apologized for making me watch him

do battle with his Brothers in the Lord.

He worried that his tribulations

had turned me from the Sword.

Dad would you please listen,

I can’t be a prodigal son.

If I don’t show my face

every week in this holy place

it’s not due to a lack of belief

I’d just much rather talk to God,

than use the phone in the sanctuary.