The Sunday I Went to Church

Sunday calling

To faithful and faithless alike

Peons take shelter

Within cool chapel walls

Dark, dim, forebidding

Musk of ancient rites

Invoking ascendant deity

Through crumbs

And fermented spirits

Eyes closed in reverence

Or in slumber of the weary

Words of reassurance

Pardon of sins

Generations’ transgressions

Prayers for the dying, the living and the damned

Halleluias

And Gloria Patri

Ululating Glory Be’s

Testimonies through testaments

Both old and new

To cleanse tempted spirit

To calm troubled soul

Sunday calling

To faithful and faithless alike

Final Benediction

A permission to wallow

Deep in soothing self-righteous balm

Invite the godhead from without

In tri-fold Amen, Amen, Amen…

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