Written By: Birl Brown
Some in the faith do beads,
Gracing the glass rear-view,
A swaying array that needs
But an idle finger or two;
No women allowed to lead
Lest an ancient chain undo.
What does it mean to me
And how does God handle the squall?
God sits under an apple tree
And He hearkens not at all!
Still others pray on a mat
And point to a holy place
Deemed to be higher than that,
And overrun with grace,
Where once a holy one sat,
And a pilgrim needs to face!
What does it mean to me
And how does God handle the squall?
God sits under an apple tree
And He harkens not at all!
Some of them only sing,
No plucking or banging of keys;
Allow no edited thing –
No altered i’s or t’s.
To total immersion cling,
And a single way to please.
What does it mean to me
And how does God handle the squall?
God sits under an apple tree
And He hearkens not at all!
Some babble in tongues unknown, Insuring that help is nigh;
They go like a light bulb blown,
And are “covered up” with a sigh.
“Acts” is the lone book shown
For the wise to be guided by.
What does it mean to me
And how does God handle the squall?
God sits under an apple tree
And He hearkens not at all!
A few set fire to the wax,
To inspire the Virgin’s aid,
And drop in a penny as tax
That prayer for another is paid.
The cup is true wine in fact;
No substitutes here are made.
What does it mean to me
And how does God handle the squall?
God sits under an apple tree
And He harkens not at all!
Some highly esteem a jug
To haul their Genii about;
They have to be sure of the plug
Or the Genii might tumble out.
To sprinkle, or dunk and tug
Is a question so devout!
What does it mean to me
And how does God handle the squall?
God sits under an apple tree
And He hearkens not at all!
A remnant remains in the hills
With temples and many a bell
A guru’s a guide that instills
To assure that a soul does well;
They covet their many rebuilds
And in manifold lives may dwell.
What does it mean to me
And how does God handle the squall?
God sits under an apple tree
And He harkens not at all!
For those not bound by rules,
Who shun all reparative things,
There is peace and the Golden Rule
That love with tolerance brings;
One needs no other tools,
There are no hidden strings.
What does it mean to me
And how does God handle the squall?
God is found under that apple tree –Heeding the tiniest call!
ãBirl R. Brown - 2006