Monday, June 01, 2015

POEM - Hard to be Good in Church

I come from an old school
And a history seeped in religion
My culture is less
Country of origin
Than it is 
Church of membership

I've been here all along
Just like my father 
And his father 
And his father
And maybe a few more
And it gets hard to be good

I'm not implying any mortal sin
It just gets hard to behave
In an acceptable way
One would expect
A middle-aged
Father of five
To behave
Sequestered 
In the pews
As I am

And organ music triggers this odd response
A desire to succumb
To a power supreme
That encourages me
Forcibly
To nod my head

But I have gotten better about it
Barely ever drool anymore
But I have to do something
And I have to distract my youngest
Or he'll kick and squirm
And drive someone crazy

And isn't it cool
All the weird designs
The gum makes 
That I squished between the folds of the program
And then gently pulled back apart

I know church is not the place
For artistic experiment
But it looks so cool
And he is entertained
And my head hasn't nodded once





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