When Spectacle Replaces Ritual,
a guitar band singing
pop-love songs to Jesus
chases the choir away.
The aisle, nave and
transept twist themselves
into an auditorium.
The rectory swells into
an overstuffed McMansion
in a gated subdivision.
The minister-priest becomes
a motivational speaker strutting
the big stage with his coif adorned
by a hands-free headset amplified
into every crevice and corner of
the padded and upholstered hall.
An end is near. The apotheosis
will manifest as the best and biggest
pep rally for God and the chosen.
pop-love songs to Jesus
chases the choir away.
The aisle, nave and
transept twist themselves
into an auditorium.
The rectory swells into
an overstuffed McMansion
in a gated subdivision.
The minister-priest becomes
a motivational speaker strutting
the big stage with his coif adorned
by a hands-free headset amplified
into every crevice and corner of
the padded and upholstered hall.
An end is near. The apotheosis
will manifest as the best and biggest
pep rally for God and the chosen.
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Ugly times
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This does a good job of confirming me in the view that ATMs and cash stations now have the character of votive booths and shrines.
Good work, Gary.
Thank you, Ed.
Cometh The Rapture...and who will get all those fancy clothes left behind?
thank you, Matt.
great opening stanza
all those s sounds in the last stanza
this is wonderful and relevant *
Thank you, Arturo.
Reminds me of a book I read about megachurches and marketing...
Thank you, kitty.
Very nice bite to this, Gary.
Thank you, Ed.