Writer of the Week: Paulie Lipman

We, Patron Saints of Troubled Times

We
bang our heads
in a whisper, screaming
to a lord We don’t think
maybe might be out there

All of our altars
rendered hollow wind
candles blown out, waiting
despite heaven’s backlog
for so many candidates to
finally be canonized

Reaching for the
language of ordainment
its distance further all the time
not realizing We are all
already fluent

Kingdom Come
ain’t coming through
so We must seize the
means of production and
baptize our own damned selves

Act as ye have faith
and faith shall be given
to We

But We is not
an empty office
Our newfound abilities
must be brought to bear
transmute thoughts and prayers
into actions both grand and fragile
Be of service to one and other
with no thought of reward
no fanfare or tithing
no pedestal or pulpit

We are all We and
no one stands higher
than anyone