Religious Talk

Sick and tired you tell me
Of my religious talk.
I couldn’t, wouldn’t
Tone it down
And now you plan to walk.
A safe secure upbringing
With nature scoring big.
And family warmth and singing
Yet I, religious prig.
Perhaps I used the language
Archaic times of Paul
Perhaps I failed to listen
thus making your skin crawl.
I know Redemption’s power and pull
Prayers brought Lord Jesus close.
But maybe, maybe friendship, fun
Would earn another dose.

But it is not my words alone
My ways and choices irk
And you dear Brother earned your way
With work and work and work.