reverent whispers fill the hallway
see them tip-toe as they gather
as they gather at the river
on a Sunday afternoon
babies crying tempers heating
fans moving to and fro
create breezes for the flies to enjoy
little boys picking boogers
little girls squirming
hot sweaty thighs stuck
on those old wooden pews
trees strung with moss and antiquity
and the asphalt in the parking-lot
fries eggs and bare feet in the shade
hymns are sung and prayers released
too heavy with humidity and guilt to fly
up and out to heaven or down to hell
relief in the form of a shouted "Hallelujah"
ejaculation for the soul? I've always wondered
as my mind wanders in and out of holy byways
into yesterday's sin.
Amen Brothers and Sisters. Amen.
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