Saturday, July 15, 2006

Ordinary Piety

(Inspired by Vespers a few nights ago... I wanted to write this poem.)

Underneath my robes
I wear blue jeans
Wishing my feet were bare
Wanting to be a Hippy
High Church sensibilities

In my soul, dreadlocks
My words - wings
Maybe a tatoo
Definitely tie dye
Long hair given
Lyrical soul
Chant and Evensong
Guitar Solo

Raging inside me
Another person
Bashing Free
Headed to the altar
Ordinary Piety

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love this poem. It makes me smile. I have dreams of preaching in flops and jeans. I've been told, "Not at Christ Church...Not on Sunday morning" I've been recently deemed a "crunchycon". A conservative hippy type, I guess. I'm just being me. Sometimes that's too much!
Peace,
Maggie