When as a child I would favor Sundays

Dressing up we would join our neighbors

I could wear skinny ties, look certain ways

Then feel the smiles, in the shaded ambers.

In speaking a loud, I was often heard

Felt a little wonderful to know my name

Kept inside a sacred chalice so absurd

Yet, every week I would surely play the game.

I wonder sometimes today about the peace of mind

So often spoken of, in God’s way they would say,

Even after weeks of sin, they’d let me remind

Myself, only me, I could walk with honesty today.

Oh to be the recipient of some sweet quiet release,

If on this another Sunday I may still find some peace.