Sundays’ Past

Sitting on that thin cushion

covering that narrow pew seat,

I listened to lies.

The discomfort of my numbing ass

was a fitting experience that

did not deliver the kingdom of heaven on earth.

I was bored.

I look back upon that experience

of being influenced by shallow ideas

where disagreement wasn’t allowed,

I felt the urge to look for answers

to questions, I had not formed.

I eventually looked inside of me.

Jeff Bailey © 2018