When Vassals Can Build Castles
When you first enter
the church you think
of a whitewashed barn.
You see pastor Debbie
grinning a satisfied smile
eyes atwinkle behind her glasses.
she is behind a small synthesizer
she refers to as an organ
Her chubby husband
stands near her
holding a cheap acoustic guitar
his red hair thinning
and streaked with gray
his face permanently flushed red
Guitar picks litter the area
like Easter colored wafers
As he picks his way through
Leaning on the Grace of the Lord
You don’t think of Eric Clapton
