Torn Paper Sack

by Matt Beard
What is this holy temple?   A place where we learn to feel better About feeling bad about ourselves Because the music is loud enough To drown out the cries of the wounded Who live in our chests And the sermon delivered With shouts and tears And sometimes dripping with sweat Also hints that we are not alone And we are all bleeding out Into the offering basket together   What is this holy temple?...
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Amateur Hour

by Matt Beard
Heaven and Earth And your life in them Cathedral architecture This is who you are Don’t be fooled by the vendors In the courtyard The ticket-man at the entrance Who would sell you for a song They no longer even see you And you were made for more than merely being seen You were made to move mountains You are a masterpiece   There is a truth in every act of creation That its final...
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