Walk Away

by g emil reutter

Confusion ruled and it was
the only stable thing there
was. And they would shout
dance and lay hands on one
another. Declare the power of the
Lord. Speak in tongues and
shake about, fall on the floor
and everyone loved Jesus
and each other.
Every Wednesday and Sunday
repenting would prevail as
forgiveness always followed.

It was almost thirty years ago.
I walked from this great joy.
Never have heard from anyone
there, although I am sure they
prayed for my condemned soul.
I must say I haven’t heard from
God either.  The silence is
peaceful.