Come Worship With Us

Abigail M. Woods

Do you ever wonder why congregations sing?
Why even the most devout have a moment
Of self-infatuation – an existential crisis
– In the pit of a Sunday sermon?

My god, I am certain that even the most
Ardent skeptic could be convinced of the almighty
In the shoulder-to-shoulder GA parish,
In the audience to a midnight worship.

When was the last time you felt God’s presence?
Stood face-to-face with the king-of-kings
Competing with the holy vibrations of industrial
Subwoofers and amps – a steeple for all and one

I am convinced that God is a bass drop.
The first wave of a monumental night
Baptizing the flock of sinners before it,
Washing away the grime of a religious experience.

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