If churches had no doors
would the gods come out among the people?
curious to see how that other half lives
having heard so many bizarre tales.
Each of us would know them differently
disbelief never stopped a god…
would the people discover churches
their lean acoustics
the affinity for sound, the hard benches
bouncing it into distortion.
yet even so, the perfect place for anonymous speaking,
for stealth-level sharing.
some might become coffee houses…or libraries
All the prayers, the dreams of hope & glory
— everyday glory that is —
rising up, scenting the fresh air of ideas.
Would the gods visit other churches?
Ringing a familiar steeple bell as calling card
or wander pastures, playgrounds, parklands?
Who among them would you recognize?
Who among us would they know?