For Evangelist Richard D. Henton
just when i thought i had gotten away
called me on the phone
and did not ask,
but commanded me
to come to church with her.
and because i knew so much
and had “escaped”
i thought it a harmless enough act.
i was not prepared for the Holy Ghost.
i was not prepared to be covered by the
blood of Jesus
i was not ready to be dipped in
the water ….
i could not drink the water turned wine.
and so i went back another day
trying to understand the mysteries
of mystical life the “intellectual”
purity of mystical light.
and that Sunday evening while i was
sitting there and the holy gospel choir
“oh oh oh oh somebody touched me”
somebody touched me.
and when i turned around to
see what it was whoever touched me wanted
my mother leaned over and whispered in my ear
“musta been the hand of the Lord”