Undercover Christian I just entered mother natures left breast Ushered by a hobgoblin in a flower dress The milk here is spoiled filled with putrid imps They recite hymns like chants Calling for the gathering of unknown spirits My stomach is upset As the repeated verse reaches climax My chest holds my heart under arrest And the previous anointed oil On my forehead is burning my flesh Excuse me This is my first Unitarian Universalist visit I timidly explain to the animated women Sitting next to me Perplexed by my peace while others sing She gives me a cheerful smile Void of love The corner of her eyes judging me Reflecting her lies, I suppose Because the small talk Transformed into corroded dust Maybe it was my aura blush That made others in the room stare at me smug Their leader stumbled on words The strange Egyptian girl in front Gave me a blank look Wearing her Disney sweater She resembled a fairy tale princess Perhaps a demon Goldie-locks (I glance back she’s gone) The kids look like miserable robots With painted frowns herded around Like joyless cattle in the wrong flock The parents look even more lost Shuffling in seats like nervous beast I’m witnessing some invisible holocaust Fifty people or so stuffed in an onion box Surrounded by vampires, witches, and warlocks I’m wishing I would of brought my garlic salt… On the wall there’s no holy cross Only an abstract collage of colors gone wrong Posters of babble supporting disorder chaos This hollow temple teardrop seemed false On the outside this small pancake building Looks like a compressed lighthouse They take offerings for the community I pass the basket with polite doubts April rain on a Sunday morning I feel God crying for them all They mean well, holding Their sacred hymns over stubborn hearts Where the bible is only a mythical storybook And Jesus is compared to Abraham Lincoln Or some other great leader over looked They pray with open eyes Clap their hands like worried crooks Such a disturbing fellowship Becoming anxious again for the end My soul is shook As some lady looking like something Out of a Harry Potter movie closes the service Her fake laugh matched her tedious speech Monotonous worship - unfilled but deep Where the lights randomly switch on and off Man made special effects help them believe The rituals of this cult far fetch bizarre As a dozen guests testify to a empty God Dropping stones in a vortex jar Confessions, laughter, happiness minus love The final benediction is a quote from Bob Dylan May you all stay “Forever young” As they put out the candle next to the podium I speed walk tackling the exit in bewilderment By Jews who confess the remembrance of their people set free PASS OVER the fact, sightless to this new slavery…………………………. ……………….Oh my… …………..What…………just………..happened………..in there? *Rains harder on my drive back home* *2 hours later the sun comes out and I finish this poem* Oddie Sloan - 04/24/05 “10:30am Sunday pagan service experience” A poem about a odd terrify experience I had at this Palomar Unitarian Universalist Fellowship meeting, I was invited because they shared poetry today, celebrating the April as the national poetry month, only I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, and this was the closest I ever been to a Satan Cult, it scared me to death, but I was protected by anointed oil and praying for wisdom and insight from God before hand. Now I’m a Christian and I don’t really believe in organized religion but there is something just wrong with praying to spirits and calling on God’s that have no foundation…. these people welcome all Gods, Religion and teach that Jesus was only human. Their model is your God is my God and my God is your God its ok who you pray to, nature loves us all…they don’t worship the father, son, or holy spirit…. but Unitary in ONE…Sorry if I offended anyone with this poem but I spoke it from the heart overwhelmed by what I just saw.