8/13/18
Some people enjoy reading more than writing,
Some people get excited when the fish is biting
Sometimes movies are bad, beyond comprehension
Some people attend church just for absolution
My church is peaceful, clouds float in the midair
And they are fake clouds, so the beauty doesn’t seem fair
And it was one of those mornings when I just didn’t know what to wear
And I rolled out of bed, without giving a care
And I walked down the street and the sunlight caused a glare
And it was so strong that my irises seemed crystal clear and bare
And I got to the parking lot where we used to play tag
And a dog walked by me, and his tail he did wag
And a car drove by me, a roofless, blue, Jag
And in a puddle, on the ground, I saw a rag
And it reminded me of my old jeans, the ones that on the ground sag
And I got in the lobby doors and made the sign of the cross
As I found a pew, I noticed the water, floating then lost
And my angled glare was a small cost
To give to the holy Ghost, the negative of the imaginary host
And I thought the tile that was the prettiest most
Maintained an old friend, an angel, a ghost
And I sung, and I prayed and listened as I let myself go free
And it was so hot the priest swatted away a bee
And after the Gospel I felt officially free
That someone was praying to my soul, to myself, to me
Up in heaven someone is my lead
And one day what I didn’t care about before was obviously now the key