Window Dressing
Some sofa Christians think the Trinity
Is an old upholstering firm. The father,
The sleeping partner in infinity,
Has pretty much retired. He would rather
Forget that butcher shop which was his past
And dream away in silk senility,
Abandon theologians, not aghast
At what he was. His son’s fragility,
Up on his loin-cloth cross or cushioned throne,
Can deal with all the chintz that he requires
To cover up the bulging history known
From Old Testament times, like Sodom fires.
Any other issues arising can
Be covered by the Spirit’s gauzy fan.