Poetry: Worshipping a False Idol

Rulings of god last morrow’
Rapture, teeth, death, and sorrow
‘Tis asked thus: to hold him dear
Kiss for worship, not by fear
Eternal grace for me in tact
I forebode and he gave back
So easy it is for glory’s sake
Reap heaven’s clear and pearly gates
Believe and only hold him above
Each one on earth—for his love
But he hath not seen your eyes
Your smile, laugh—you (my reprise)
For worship, I can—must, and will
But only you upon a windowsill
In our home: to each his own
I choose you till death and grown
And if eternity holds me in contempt
For it will: but now, today—no repent
I choose you alone, a lifetime more
god can wait, judgment’s door
A thousand times: I choose you
For even in ruling known, right now:

No god may do