The Church of Divine Reality, Inc.

by Kevin Brown


There are laws, you know, legal
liabilities that must be
considered. If Jesus shows up
in a vision, and somebody

veers off the interstate into a
telephone pole, who do you
think they’re going to sue?
It’s not going to be Jesus, I

can assure you. Or take the
case from a few years ago:
a man rids himself of all
his worldly possessions (well,

except for a camel’s hair coat)
and goes all paparazzi on
people, getting in their faces
and screaming about repentance.

Lost his head, he did. And
who did the family go after?
It wasn’t the Spirit, as if he or
she or whatever has any type

of representation; he or, you
know, barely has any kind
of manifestation these days.
You see, someone around here

has to store up treasures
and make sure they’re protected
from every bit of rust, moth, or
ne’er-do-well who has the Virgin

Mother show up on a burrito.
Someone has to take responsibility
for God, after all; it’s not like
we want him running wild.

This poem is from KevinBrownWrites.com