A New Adversary

I see my once robust faith
Moving back to teetotalism
And Medievalism, and Jew Baiting.
So, I took a thimble full of Rum
And three ice cubes, and sipped
To a slight inebriation
While I write this with no hat on.

How I am tempted to drink more,
Yet I resist. Christians, the same should you.

For its inebriation is an intoxication,
And not so pleasurable as you'd think.
And it calls us back to Medieval times
And the hatred, and the strife, and the malice
And the slander... and Adultery in the courts
And no time for love, but jousting and murderous spectacles.

So we drink this toxin into our body,
And I fight it by walking out into the cold
Seeing Goliath and David strive in the East.
The Dragon--a new Constellation--
There, with his red horn, joining the bout.
And the cold air stings my ears and cheeks
Yet I am not smitten by it,
As the wind gusts, but I am refreshed.
And I said in prayer to the Almighty,
"We have turned our back on God
"For we know not the seasons."