If you must lapse,
Perhaps:
You’ll want to do it in style -
Make your own heaven and earth,
Become an Apostle without portfolio -
An empirical saint,
Worship any goat
With its feet on the ground.
Form a new legion
Of punch-drunk relativists.
Raising a glass in memory
Of the weekly hour
You once gave to God.
And your recurring Presbyterian need
To not be thanked for it
To not be thanked for it
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