Soul Food (for Thought) poetry Your religion doesn’t keep you warm at night. Not unless you worship the God Forsaken dollar that pays the man that pipes the gas that heats your modest dwelling. Damned if you do though, I suppose. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...