Sunday’s Best

I went to church this morning
in a corner of my mind
where the women all smelled Beautiful
and the men all sounded happy.
We knew it all a lie but what better place
for liars to congregate than a room
where our lisping stammering selves
could stand shoulder to shoulder
and sing nobler, sweeter songs?
Maybe Sunday’s best was
not so much something we put on
as it was a hope to dream of
for a couple of hours with friends.
I don’t know that this was true,
that we worshiped that keenly.
But like most things, it could have been.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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2 Comments

  1. brettfish on September 14, 2014 at 2:39 pm

    i like it. too well captured. hopefully not everyone but way too many people
    love brett fish

  2. pastordt on September 14, 2014 at 9:13 pm

    Yeah, it could have been. I choose to think so.

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