Sunday Masquerade

Sunday Masquerade

A Poem by Lorelei1969
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A young child's struggles of the life she sees within the church compared to life outside of church walls...

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Red shag carpets 

Pleather back pews 

Backsides and elbows 

Over muted strains from the organ

I swing my feet 

Drum my fingers 

Shift my weight in the seat next to Momma

How many “Amens”

How many “Praise the Lords”

How many shushings do I have to get 

Until this is done 

And I can go home to my dolls?

Ugh…I have to sit still

I have to be quiet 

After all it’s the house of God

The house of God demands respect 

Respect? Yeah, that’s a noble idea..

Though I don’t see much of it 

Outside these drafty walls 

It’s like a masquerade party

Everyone puts on a face that looks nothing like their own 

And when the party’s over 

The faces go “bye-bye” 

And what’s worn until the next masquerade leaves much to be desired

I just want to go home to my dolls 

Where everything makes sense 

And I am free to move and squirm and wiggle 

Without feeling like I’m disappointing God 

© 2024 Lorelei1969


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Added on March 7, 2024
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Lorelei1969
Lorelei1969

Petoskey, MI



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