Fishers of Men

Fishers of Men

Two evangelists

on my bus,

Wearing starched

shirts, holding

Their bibles like

shields, asking

Can we talk

about GOD?

Probably not

the same god,

Yours hectors

in capitals about sin;

Mine asks quiet

questions without answers;

Your god fills

epic silences;

Mine finds shape

in peasants, dumb

As beasts gathering

at a stable door,

Like painters

from competing schools,

We see a different form

in the same function;

As we haul crosses

to the same destination

October 2013.