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Street Preacher

I was born in the Great Surplus

Of 2119

Abandoned to my own devices

I wandered aimlessly

Through city streets

For one whole

Year I stood and watched

The people walking by

Scurrying to and fro

And I saw that I

Lacked purpose

I followed a man

With a purposeful stride

To his place of business

And heard him yell

Buy! Sell!

But it was not

What I was looking for.

I followed a child to

a multicolored playground

But I could not join

in their fun

I walked to the countryside

And heard a lovely noise

In a little

White building.

I went in

Was greeted

With joyous exclamation

They lay their

Anointed hands on me

Leaving streaks

Of golden colored salvation

And took me to the corner

Of 8^th and Elm

The exquisite pain

As they bolted me in place

Was superseded by the

Bliss reverberating

Through me

Repent! For the Kingdom of God is at hand!

Countless days, nights

I am beaten, battered

And I count it joy

How many years?

I lost track

Until one Monday morn

When the dawn approached

A trumpet sounds

And the redeemed rise to

Meet the man in the sky

I try to rise, too

But the bolts

Won’t let me

And I see the lost

Running through the streets

Looking to be found

And they stand before me

As I tell them once again

Repent! For the Kingdom of God is at Hand!



*i wrote this around 2008 as a response to something I had read on a Christian speculative fiction website

**welcome to monday muse, wherein I share something I've written