Theology

Her theology sat like a lump
Down in her gullet.
It neither clarified nor energized, 
Purified nor unified.
It gave neither peace nor freedom;
It disclosed neither origin nor goal.  
An undigested lump,
Radiating a nauseous discontent,
And inspiring vaguely articulated ruminations of 
	guilt and doom,
It sat,
An unmoved mover.
Whether the trouble was with her digestion
Or the meal
Was not entirely clear.