This is a poem I wrote a few years ago about consumerism and have just dug up again... Saturday Worship The Temple doors opened And the congregation came in. With due deference They wiped their feet first. In a fit of ecstasy A woman forgot her donation But the Temple guards settled her With starry helmets. A man fell to his knees, Overcome. A cleric ministered to him And renewed his Faith. The children were all wonder Filled with magic to the brim. They were eyes Only eyes. A worshiper grew a daze, Unsure of the true path. With kindness Another showed the way. The angelus rang And faces turned shadows. Some left in sorrow, Others coveted sacred gifts.
