Spirit broken with all the promises on the covers of 120 years of lying Awake!,
shaved lip gapes in a smile as empty as all those threats piling up in the closet,
The car and kids are dented, underinsured, and don't work,
Weekends planned months in advance by someone else,
and for all this, "Probably you might get saved in the day of Jehovah"
"Probably," that Damoclesian dagger on the conscience
a spur on the pennyloafers;
sackcloth, ashes, and polyester.
In Jesus' name, Amen.