Poem By Rhonda Davis
While channel surfing the air waves,
I came upon a show so intense that I laughed.
A rather wealthy and well-fed man,
Was asking for money for God.
I watched in awe as he cursed a nation.
I watched in shock at the hate of his spirit.
Did God really hate those who were different?
Had he misread the book he grasped so tightly?
I have read the same book many times.
Only read to treat others with kindness just as I would wish to be treated.
Thank God the surfing mode was not broken.
I prayed for this wretched person and asked God to bless this busy man, who was speaking of the impurities of others.
And decided to watch Cartoons instead.