41.  Beneath a Righteous Man's Breast

They say they know You

but don't understand

That your love isn't

Second best, Cain's

crops set to wither

And die on a makeshift

Altar.

But why even pretend

to know you

to love you

To make the great sacrifice

Of shampooing, and showering,

And blowing out one's hair

When not one Word

You've ever said

Has ever reached their hearts?

And in their cars, weakly dressed

In their Sunday best,

Nose wrinkled

at the wrong drivers,

The wrong president,

The wrong people

who live in this country,

And don't know what it's like

To follow God like they do.

And when they enter, do they

Really think You're there?

Waiting in their vacuous buildings,

Bone-cold foyers,

Right next to the empty offering

Baskets because Disney

Has gotten more expensive this year?

Or maybe You're out into everything

You've ever touched, most

Notably the Spirit-breathed space

Beneath a righteous man's breast,

Closely nestled against his heart.