If the Idol Fits Wear It

I’m deeply saddened in some
family, friends and Americans that call themselves, Christians
and in the gale winds of cultural upheaval
with so many looking to them for direction
they still choose
to carry
two flags;
Politics and Jesus

and with windy, divided identity
they’re blown
off balance
wrapped and tangled, whipped
poles, flags and legs twisted
they stumble,
fall,
hit the dirt
choking
rolling,
rolling,
downhill
choking
STOP

facedown in the powdered dust,
last gaping breath sucking earth, spitting,
cough, puff,

“Seek ye first the kingdom of God!”

they make a stand

s.mitchell