SOMETHING ABOUT HIM

There is something about him that bothers me...
It may be the eyes, eagle eyes, sharp,
that don’t match the softness of his tone
and his smile a little too rehearsed.
The head tilts sincerely in affirmation,
eyebrows contradicting, questioning, doubting,
a conflict of motion, negation,
emotion that won’t be tucked into a side pocket of the mind.

Intelligence rubbed raw by religion is a dangerous thing.
If he ever lets the tide of doubt rise, roll
up the steep shingle of faith,
his grip on the certainty of heaven will slip
and he may slide into the dark sea of apostasy.
will you bring him back, Sweet Jesus?