by Lindsey Funtik, Coordinator of Volunteer Ministries, Ashland First United Methodist Church, Ashland, Ohio
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What a sweet and shiny
golden calf!
Allow me to point out
its needled horns composed
of others’ opinions;
its meaty rack of ribs
which feature
only the most desperate efforts;
the reflective eye,
always searching for the moment
to expose imperfection--
that piece keeps one
tap dancing!
Its hooves record
the cool places I’ve been
and
its spine is as stiff
as my righteous soapboxes
and
its surface is beautiful
it must be beautiful,
or else! Or else.
Bruises bloom on
my knees
from the kneeling,
but I need no salve--
only its gilded presence
which shines down on me,
Goddess of the False Pasture,
makeshift deity.
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Cross-Posted from Reflections on Faith, Words, and The Holiness of Today
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