POETRY: THE NOVEL ****AMAZON REVIEW**** This book really had me hooked from page one. I was very into the emotional thought of a male struggling to find his faith. I also believe that the title poetry may make other readers think this book is full of poetry, but it is actually a narrative. --------- Short Excerpt from- Poetry: The Novel đ„ The choir rose to sing after tithes and offerings were accepted. The thin choir director stepped in front of the vocalists and held his right hand up to gather their attention. He flicked his locks over his shoulder with his left hand: feminine. They began singing. The tenors stood together. There were only four of them, but their deep voices were strong enough to carry the notes of each song. The majority of the sopranos were tall, slim and pretty, more glamour girls than actual singers. Rumors danced around the church about a few of them, but I was oblivious to them all. The altos were serious. They sung with their souls, as if Jesus himself was in the audience. The organ player sat behind his instrument with an air of arrogance. He played like he was doing God a favor. The drummer beat the snare and symbols like they were the head of the devil. I couldnât tell if he was playing from pure passion or anger. Either way, it sounded good. The guitar player flicked his fingers and tapped his feet. He never smiled; he moved like a zombie. A few people in the audience stood up and clapped their enjoyment. Others sat and nodded, while a few more remained motionless. I fanned and glanced back. The young mother had placed her child in his baby seat; the child was moments away from being asleep, even with all the commotion in the sanctuary. The brown-skinned woman with the birthmark stood, clapping on-beat to the song. She looked towards me and I quickly averted my eyes and pretended to look elsewhere. I turned back towards the front after playing out the charade for a few moments. When the choir wrapped up their song, Pastor Bates approached the pulpit to begin his sermon. He wore a black, double-breasted suit. A red handkerchief peeked out of his suit pocket. The lights shined on his pitch-black skin and caused his bald head to shine. He began preaching, and as he progressed in his message, the church heated up even more. The spirit of the Lord fanned the flames of his soul and the intensity of his message rose. He gripped the microphone like it was the throat of the devil and spoke in a loud, stern and aggressive voice, as if he was speaking directly to all of the evil spirits that were present in the building. âAnd God said,â he whooped, taking a breath between each sentence like a Baptist preacher, âwe are in the world.â A few members shouted âAmen!â Pastor continued, âBut not of the world! Get back, devil!â Drops of saliva flew from his mouth as he spoke and the passion of his message became visible through sweat beads falling down his shiny, bald head. He had taken his suit coat off. Sweat soaked through his shirt around his neck, arms and chest. He was a shepherd, pumping the word of God into his sheep, and we all listened. Some teenagers in the back had fallen asleep, thinking of all the other places they could be besides church, but there were a few who stood up when the spirit of God touched them. I stayed awake, trying my best to convince myself that the message wasnât for me, but no matter what I told myself, it felt like Pastor Bates was speaking directly to me. I sat, resistant to the spirit of God. ------- đ„If you want to be added to the e-mailing list for free giveaways and more, leave your e-mail address in the comments sectionđ„ WATCH THE OFFICIAL TRAILER HERE!!! youtu.be/oSmp6v4SiHQ
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