Temporary Saints
Sunday morning, dressed to the nines,
we joined our proper church school lines,
sat upon paint-peeling chairs
that barely fit our derrieres
and were shaken free of sins and taints.
Rows of little Sunday saints,
we learned our Bible verses well,
secure from thoughts that led to Hell—
at least until the closing bell.
You’ll find more about Sunday School and bleached-white souls here: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/12/30/i-used-to-eat-red/
The NaNoWrMo prompt for this ninth day was to write a nine-line poem.
You could chant this one while jumping rope!
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Nice. I used to go to church when a kid. Partly because our school was affiliated and partly because I earned cash singing there. While there was always a certain peace, in the building. I never found God there. Then, or since. But look in our heart and one will find the abode. People who parade their piousness up and down .. Have my sympathy,… for the delusional. Cheers Jamie Om mani padme aum …
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This is wonderful, Judy. This line, in particular:
“and were shaken free of sins and saints.”
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Ah life as a catholic school girl.
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