America’s favorite coffee spot offers a religious experience

It’s communion… of another kind
where caffeine seekers can unwind
to drink in the sweet ambiance
that St. Arbucks provides.

As congregants both young and old,
we’re seated close and thus are bold
to talk of life (latte in hand)
and taste the mystery.

We lift the cup and share our lives
in honest words that aren’t contrived.
And if inclined, we all confess
our failures and our dreams.

St. Arbucks is a sacred place
where those who run the human’s race
can sip the nectar of the gods
awake to what is good.

It is quite sanctuary-like
where mothers and their little tykes
can find a refuge from routines
while seated near the fire.

There are no stained glass windows there
but those behind the “pulpit” care
about the thirst we long to quench
and “preach” through what they pour.

What Cheers was thirty years ago
is now St. Arbucks. Don’t you know?
A church where we are known by name
and feel like family.

Why Brokeback Mountain is more than a mole hill

This cowboy doesn’t bunk down
by the campfire with his horse.
On his ride up Brokeback Mountain,
he has blazed another course.

His lassos aren’t for ladies.
With his hemp he ropes in men.
“Howdy pardner,” is his greeting
as he goes from chaps to skin.

His trail is snagged by brambles
as those tumbleweeds abound.
They are moral roots uprooted
windblown freely on the ground.

The gay rights left agenda
is behind this film it seems
with a plot of same-sex romance
tween two wranglers wearing jeans.

Bring back westerns we grew up on
where the cowpoke gets the girl
on the streets of Dodge not Sodom.
Where John Wayne loves Eve not Earl.

Why Seattle-ites are so uptight about what’s falling down

The Emerald City’s REALLY green.
I think you know just what I mean.
There’s water (WATER) everywhere
and no relief in sight.

I overheard Al Roker claim
Seattle can expect more rain.
But that was four long weeks ago
and still it hasn’t stopped.

This constant rain is getting old.
My wrinkled feet are growing mold.
I think I’m growing gills as well
along with fish-like scales.

We soon will need old Noah’s boat
to try and keep us all afloat
atop mud puddles large as lakes
that flood new land each day.

It’s for the birds (especially ducks).
This liquid sunshine really sucks.
But like so much we hate in life,
it gives us cause to grow.

So here’s to patience while it pours
and to those things we do indoors.
Like playing Scrabble with my wife
and reading to my kids.

P.S.
Dear Lord, please end this rainy streak
before Qwest Field begins to leak
and Seahawks players and their fans
watch victory drift downstream.