the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Thoughts on Worship

So I state at the wall not wanting to focus on a human eye afraid of the feelings guilty for visiting your house and not complimenting you and is not how I want to feel.
It depends on the disposition about who is also over at your house and what I was doing before I stopped by to say hi and I can’t stand it.
Lowly faces staring at the walls cause me to mourn not just over others but how can I know that they’re not enjoying it. I can’t judge.
It is like our one parishioner said I wanted it quiet and wanted to let the organ play. He feels God then invading the pews and belfry.
I want to hear battle cries against my attitude of ignoring you. But are you really there or are you being forced upon my mind and in my ears by the people in charge and by peer pressure? Is it really you I hear calling me? I hope it is, because I am jumping in without a life preserver.


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