LORD, it’s hard to think. The ten thousand things
have multiplied to ten million and our wayward heads
are tossed about like a ship on the ocean for sure.
Putin (unfortunate last name IMO) is up to no good.
The miner took his heart of gold home, then Joni
grabbed her case of you—who’s next, O LORD?
Some Einstein declared Minnie needs a pantsuit!
as another genius determined Green M&M is slutty!
while the small god keeps chirping Trust the science!
The young priest (You know her) wrote a piece for
The Times urging churches to do away with online
offerings ‘cause flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
and boy did the feathers start flying with tweets of
ableist! The ink hadn’t even dried on the screen.
It’s a good thing You’re slow to anger. We’re not.
And the Bengals to the Bowl? O LORD, who can
understand Your ways? So, teach us to un-number
our heads, to humbly focus on the two or three things
gathered in front of us. Oh, and to not ban books.