barren weekdays

so oft doth the AC run
whilst no one come
‘cept modern clergy
‘corporated.
planning to plan
the next meetings,
percentagizing the few
percent dying in pew.
outside, no glory found
tabernacle-infused grace
gets misplaced within walls
willfully flounder funds.
thousands come weekly
pouring into
singing sitting listening
a couple of hours.
And out.
Out to where?
Where doth thou send?
Where’s the psalm sung?
free’d old, young jubilee’d
to leave…
the walls behind
time-tithe to tribes
across east-west lines
no crime to liven
cracked craving crazy
social negations -
not barren weekdays.
not more mount-sermon delays.
not more congregation.
revive local location.
rejuv-a-nation -
today.