Brother and Sister

Brother and Sister

He didn’t have to go to church

Or anything

So he found a job.

She didn’t have to go

To work

Or anything

So

She found God.

Well, God found her

Right where she’d always been

On her knees,

Groveling in the dust.

The shame of

Another job lost.

Worshiping at the shrine

Of the successful father,

Who kept his mistress,

From her tender years,

And grudgingly bestowed

His few crumbs

On this “free-loading”

Female child

Who taught her to be Successful,

And to love and marry

Two flashy addicts,

Whom she rescued,

And who sucked her

Outer beauty,

And self-esteem,

And left her childless,

And in awe,

Of her “good guy”

Younger brother

Of whom daddy approved,

So, she chased a lost youth

And fantasy.

And clung to church

Which saw her down on the floor,

Where she couldn’t help but see

The clay feet

And the male hierarchy.

Shrugging their shoulders

And saying “That’s the way it is.”

And God was where God’s always been

Right beside her

Holding out His arms,

To the lost,

The forsaken,

The lonely,

And afraid.

And what he is offering

Is not

Crumbs,

Or dregs,

Or left overs,

But life and light and hope.

Can she accept them?

And let go of Daddy.