would it make a difference,

while sitting there, in your chair of comfortable indifference,

if suddenly there appeared –

writing on the wall?

 

would the message make its way past the breakers of your reluctance?

storm the beach of your indecision?

overcome your fortress of doesn’t matter?

how, exactly, would you reconcile emotions considered martyrs for pursuit of religion?

 

you say you’ve found the way –

the truth –

the life –

and yet within the walls of your strong tower,

no out-stretched arms –

no embrace of compassion.

 

ironic,

don’t you think?

invitations sent –

celebration of solidarity –

but communion,

not realized?

 

perhaps more apropos of conviction –

application of supposed intent.

 

so much more convincing,

don’t you agree?

monologues extolling the virtues of monotheism,

rather than charades and door prize exhibitions of implied Christianity…