Stained Glass

Fall to your knees.
In God's house.
The landlord is absent.
But the tenant is willing.
Abide by the tenants.
Show your repentance.

You never signed the lease agreement.
But you pay rent, from time to time.
Not in sense,
but He turns a blind eye.

Dappled shadows bathe you.
And you make do.
He left a host of problems.
But you didn't inspect before you moved in.
So you'll have to bear them.

He cannot be reached on his mobile.
His agents don't know where He is.
But you're lucky enough to dwell
within a property
that by rights
isn't yours to sell.

Fall to your knees.
In God's flat.
The windows are stained -
well, how about that?
With wine and with sacrament.
With love and with hate.
With perils and virtues
that refuse to abate.

This lease is never renewed.
The landlord is absent.
And he won't check on you.
So you can run rampant
without much ado.
He won't approve,
but he hasn't checked in.
So fall to your knees
and steep His house in sin.