Wifi Jesus
Ben says we are all pilgrims
my hazy memory balks,
his tailored casuals mocking
visions of dusty feet.
Tune in he pleads
easy crocodile tears
on a Sunday morning
unmoved I ponder free caffeine
Over layers of praise and drums
we place our bets
I back the loser-
humility none, wifi jesus one
(inspiration courtesy of the Vineyard)
Poem in progress... by Hannah
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