This was inspired by the Pastor apologizing for his lengthy sermon last May 7, 2000.  It is not the one written from his sermon.

Fast Food
Virginia Salter

In this day of jet planes
Concords and cyberspace
Minute rice and e-mail
t.v. shows that span a life
in sixty minutes short


Microwaves that bake a tator
in one-sixth of an hour
or cake in less than that
it’s much quicker to get fat

Some wonder why
when seeking spiritual food
the time allotted every worship day
is the same long-long hour

Fast food, fast food
we all want our fast food
we want to eat and run
fill from rise to setting sun

All those hours speeding by
world racing through the sky
chasing moonbeams round the sun
let me out to have my fun

Just give me fast food
Pastor, give me fast food
I’m not in any mood
for anything but fast food!

© May 7,  2000