A Little Cathedral In Texas Poem by Beryl Dov

To commemorate my centenary the Church has elevated me
from a humble family parish to the status of a Cathedral!
My inner life and inner light are made one by the mighty stroke of His pen.
Can you feel it? I am more airy, more eerie, more awesome, more fit
to entertain God watch His human stain amble through my glass, take
their places in my narrow pews, and gossip about their neighbors.
Things will change now. I will tolerate Satan’s idle talk no more, hear.
When they pass the plate, I will not listen to the petty jiggle of change;
Yessiree, every Sunday from now on I ‘spect to hear the rustle of bills,
piled high as a mountain, as you dig deep and deeper in your hearts
to give thanks, express devotion, and buy what the mall can’t sell.
Like I’ve been elevated in status, so have each of you, my humble parishioners;
so if y’all want to wear a halo and wings in Heaven, I’ll need y’all to whip out
your checkbooks, tack on a few extra zeros, and contribute to my buildin’
fund, ‘cause I could use a new roof and a few extra wings as well.
Amen! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!