Poet Bee

Church Visitor

Clandestine sin

doesn\'t exist!

God knows

when I\'m

below His standards

Now, with irony,

I sit amongst sinners

in a holy church

where I pray

that The Word

will excavate my sins.

I loathe large crowds,

so I pray that I,

the newcomer,

will fit in well

with these church veterans.

Are they watching me

with sympathy or with judgment?