Back In Church

I remember this, somewhat,
Maybe it’s the different songs,
Different people, different words,
But I remember from not so long,
A place like this I used to go,
On every seventh morning glow,
Etched with symbols of cross and crown,
And white man in long white gown.

I’m wondering why I’m back here,
Wasn’t requested, merely brought,
Relocated by a father with something in mind,
Perhaps strong repentance in his thoughts,
But be it the memory’s flash through his lens,
Or the dollars he donates when collectors approach,
The air feels familiar, I remember it,
From when I didn’t question things so much.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s