NaPM April 7 2014

[ChristopherSea]

Church

He’s dressed in purple robes today
a stiff scarf rests on his shoulders
as he chants the sacred words
and takes predetermined steps
around a table, chairs and candles.
My mother’s heavy on her knees,
chin to chest and forehead wrinkled.
I imitate, head bumping
into the wood of the next pew,
until I get bored and turn around
and continue with my crayons
to color Jesus red.

justcloudy, your poem was my favorite in this bunch, as I could relate to it most. I used to color in Sunday school. They would not let children take crayons into the church. I remember drawing John the Baptist's head on a platter, Daniel in the arena with the lions and David beating up Goliath. Sounds a bit warped, boys will be boys, I suppose.