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.

When the tide of doubt rises, 

rolls up the steep shingle of faith,

will his grip on the certainty of heaven slip

and slide into the dark sea of apostasy?

Intelligence rubbed raw by religion is a dangerous thing.