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.