Revival

The preacher stood at the bully pulpit as he pounded his fist down upon the Good Book.

Demanding to know if the congregation could see the light.

Hear it.

Feel it.

Sweat it.

Bleed it.

Live it.

Want it.

Spread it like a dialectical, didactic disease.

Turns out they could.

It was undeniable.

Everyone forgiven and no one judged.

They couldn't be contained.

There were hands clapping and feet tapping.

Arms waving.

Cartwheels, handsprings and somersaults down the aisle.

Running and leaping for joy.

Bodies flailing.

Dancing with diadems.

Voices yelling out in a courageous, charismatic cacophony.

People speaking with tongues of fire.

There were tears and kneeling confessions like spring cleaning.

Laughing for no reason.

Pools of penitent perspiration formed in the parsonage.

A pile of wheel chairs, canes, crutches, walkers, braces and prosthetics materialized.

Drums beat like harried hearts.

The bass guitar kept a constant, rock steady line.

There was sanctity emanating from the six string.

The unmistakable, mystical, metallic jingle of tambourines shimmying in callused hands.

Electronic xylophones extolling grace.

Symbols crashing in a catapulting crescendo.

Even the organ piped in with a heavenly chorus.

The congregation locked arms and did a line dance around the altar.

People of all races, creeds and colors from everywhere.

Hugging.

Revolution.

Revolt.

Flowers.

Fruitful forgiveness.

Freedom.

Sun and rainbows.

Wind and water.

Fire.

Joy.

Peace.

Love.

Liberation.

Burdens lifted.

The restitution of souls.

... Revival ...

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

An intriguing piece well written, painting all the emotion and repentant fervor of such congregational meetings ... Sadly (no offense intended), true revival of the human race will not come until the lies of Organized Religion have been fully unmasked, exposed, and revealed ... I truly enjoyed this poem as it took me back to that time in my life to when I was blind ... But, now I see ... Excellent writing, Pete ...

[Pete]

thank you Marv. your point is well taken. faith, hope and love in the name of the truth is the path.

[Ruth]

Beautifully done Pete, as always, the revival laying in the bonds and the union...the atmosphere you set here is remarkably tangible and left me energised, brilliant...

[Pete]

guess it had desired effect. thank you Poppy for the kind words. appreciated, as always dear friend. :)

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

Very uplifting and delivered with hope. Oh The power of words !! Perfectly arranged I could picture the scene. Very well done. Thank you for sharing and
God Bless

Sheer Terror

[Pete]

ty Sheer. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Perhaps all this needs is a resounding "Amen"! Wow, Pete, simply amazing!

[Pete]

ty K.S. :)

[emmajoy]

Voices yelling out in a courageous, charismatic cacophony.
People speaking with tongues of fire.
There were tears and kneeling confessions like spring cleaning.
Laughing for no reason.

Revival indeed.. and how!

How can an imagination work at such a rate?! Down and down, building speed, tempo, meter.. near raging hysteria! Your words race at a gallop, amazing power, words, phrases.. and the ending crowns the whole. Wonderful!

[Pete]

thanks. kind of like the last three letters of your nom de plume!

[Pete]

sometimes i don't know where i get this stuff, it just flows out. thanks Hebe dearest friend. how was easter?

[Hebe]

Hi Pete ...my msg disappeared? Too much food.... uggg how about you?

[Pete]

same. stomach is getting big. need to cut back!

[Pete]

don't know what happened to your msg. there's been some weird things going on here on the site.

[Hebe]

I so glad you said that... it"s been crazy, most of the time it freezes up and i cant do anything! ... whoever is running it is not keeping up with maintaining it, i think?