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?
-
Author:
Poet Bee (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2024 19:14
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was based on a prompt about writing a poem about a new experience. I chose to write about attending my current church for the first time.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 8
Offline)
Comments1
Well, in some churches, it does not mean they are all believers.
It's like - just because I'm in the garage, it does not mean to say I'm a car!
Hopefully they will accept you. If not, they're not worth knowing.
Thank you for the comment. I've been to churches with negative atmospheres and it was discouraging. I'm at a better church now.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.