(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:
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
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