The Primitive Church

[Majestic Sun]

Working at church would be a blessing.
And I don’t mean as a way to God.
I’d rather work long hours as a sweeper.
But with no pay, should I even do it?
I feel that passion is the key to working.
Once I was at the entrance of the cathedral.
The place was pale yellow and brown
with several crosses on the top.
The woman, an Abesha, asked me if I
wanted the job, I said sure but I thought
why not work somewhere else?
But being blessed my God would startle
my soul, would I go to heaven easier?
Let it be known that becoming a servant
to God takes years, so I assume
this job would come hard.
But the unholy me wants to disappear
like a genie in a musical, let that be known
that I want to work somewhere else.
 
But if I were to work somewhere else
would I be side swiping the job like it were
Tinder? I think life blesses me anyway.
So, I wouldn’t need to work in a church.
Leave to squabble with my dilemma.
Must I work in a church?

For me the poem begins at the beginning of the highlighted text. You can imply the first few sentences with the rest of the poem. Otherwise it may come across as redundant, such as the concept of blessing or wanting to be blessed, which feels repetitive. I like the heart of it, though...sort of that first day on the job feeling, or first time to start something that will become an important aspect of your life. And it seems as if you are counting the cost, so to speak. It reads better, though, if you explain it indirectly instead of directly.

Matthew

Here is a revision of the poem I made, hope it works well now.

Once I was at the entrance of the cathedral.
The place was pale yellow and brown
with several crosses on the top.
The woman, an Abesha, asked me if I
wanted the job, I said sure but I thought
why not work somewhere where Jesus will listen?
God would startle my soul.
But would I go to heaven easier?
Let it be known that becoming a servant
to God takes years, so I assume
this job would come easy.
But the unholy me wants to disappear
like a genie into a bottle, let that be known
that I’d rather work as a clerk in a variety store.
 
But if I were to work somewhere else,
would I be side swiping my job like this was
Tinder? I think life blesses me anyway
Leave to squabble with my dilemma
Must I work in a church?
Or must I remember that I am secretly
a servant to God? That I must work in the
church and not complain like a naked baby?
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