Church

Written for my church

The wooden seats are hard and rough

The rafters high and the room cold

Yawning with last night’s tired

The bible open and the words fuzzy

 

The meaning lost in the floating breeze

The crowds doing nothing to heat it

The boots kicking the stone floor

A noise much louder than it should be

 

Blinking desperately to pay attention

Why is the place so sleep inducing?

Desperate to hear the person talking

But the fight is already now lost

 

Swinging to and fro

Captivating boredoms gaze

The light on the hangings

Back and forth, never stopping

Forcing eyes to close tight shut

 

Spilled rain droplets pooled on the floor

Sliding down the lines and disappearing

Stolen by the ground to fade away

Slipping children to the floor

 

Patents boots hit the stones

They fly across the path

Showering into the growing grass

And causing holes in the welcome part

 

Take a breath, and concentrate

It’s not much longer now to wait

Song sung, things now undone

Prayers and pleas, voices as one

 

Over coffee and social chats

The words are floating through the air

Guilty feelings about not quit being there

As parents coo over pretty crafts then

Wishes to be the size of the children again

 

The next week you promise to get it right

You will make sure you listen the whole time

It’s the words and the meaning

Losing out on value as it’s taken

 

If only they could make it soft

Heat the place just that bit more

The floor dry and remove the breeze

I know it’s not what they can control

But yet a girl can hope and wish

 

There all words you can believe

All truths proved and brought to light

But it’s hard to think of all those things

No matter how important in such a place