Converts At The Passyunk Square Tavern

Converts At The Passyunk Square Tavern short poem

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Jesus appeared in the lounge
there was no doubt as to his authenticity
and the bartender had left the taps unguarded
a second miracle as the former barflies would attest

when confronted by Truth
there is no need for a message or proof
even if those in attendance later felt disappointed
their simian brains could no longer deny a higher purpose

they were made instantly sober
the pervasive Light flooded through them
no one fell to their knees though several cried out
then a moment later they were left with each other in the beery dim

everything around them was wilderness
it was their inherent duty to explain the universal order
even if they couldn’t explain why Jesus appeared in Philadelphia
on a February Thursday night barely an hour before last call

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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