Upon hearing that my ministerial resignation has gone through.

Now I’m no longer a Rev.
How nice to escape from the noose
Of a dog collar that strangles
Rather than signals certain saintliness.

I submitted to the yoke
On the advice of godly old men.
But found that it chokes
Rather than inspires.

The holy halo had become
A cap and bells.
Although that’s fitting for a fool.
I’m a fool for Christ.

Just an ordinary joe.
No shiny shoes and a pulpit.
Just a sidewalk saint.
The body of Christ’s pinky toe.

So call me Irreverent, or Irrelevant
Or the Unsightly Unrightly Unrev.
But I’d really like it if you call me brother.
Your Father calls me son.

The Cyber-Psalms