THREE by CASANOVA GREEN
Unpacking the Journey (Prologue)
Letter to the Evangelical Church
Attention carpetbaggers and muckrackers,
You have cried for revival
tea-spillers and gossip pundits:
begging God for a voice
I have some dirty laundry to tell you.
to speak your truth. I hope you’re happy.
Stinking piles of rags vacuum-sealed for years
I hope you see your hive mentality—
until crap piled flat and low.
busy bees buzzing around stinging
Yet, I really needed one shirt—
because you are caught up in smelling flowers
the white button down
instead of saving souls.
covered in black curvy script—
But you fail to realize
tucked away in God knows where.
you are in danger of Colony Collapse Syndrome.
The bag ripping began and I found pain plastered pastels,
I pray that you step out
gray-faded rainbow sneakers,
of your privilege and realize
hats abused and misfolded,
your brown and yellow friends
are afraid of what happens next-
still tagged from the store,
Will their churches and homes be firebombed?
and an amalgam of delicate experiences
Will they get deported?
that need gentle cleaning
Will we return to the times of Jim Crow?
knotted in moldy moments because I refused to spring clean.
It’s time to live up to your name: evangelize, carry the light
It became too much
burning blue hot and strong
to the shadows just beyond
megachurch lots and Sunday pews
the messy monsters
where the Savior’s crimson love
and ugly patterns
still runs strong and
thirty years accumulated.
where the lowly loves of God live.
So join me Christian cowards, staunch hypocrites, broken deplorables, and the judges dreading justice’s double-edged sword. watch me unpack and make room for more.