The Reports of Her Passing

even heaven’s stars can be misaligned the reports of her passing greatly exaggerated a wrong number and evil intent came together “How is my friend?” “She died today.” “When are the funeral services?” “There won’t be any services!” CLICK like playing telephone, passes between the pews, the news of Lazarus…weeping ensues, towels passed out…we all could have passed out if this saint had showed up on Sunday next, praising with all get out stone’s been kicked away…the one that the evil one laid the devil lied, using the mouth of a man…oh man telephone rings and rings and rings, call after call, throwing us all, for a loop. nevermind the toss and turn as we thought of our friend at heaven’s gate…the gait a bit slower than we thought. kiss, kiss, kiss her face…her halo will have to wait