Gerry Legister (21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)
We collect the hymn books passing through the pew,
And look good, with grace to look for a little while,
Then we decide it’s time to leave the chosen few,
And take the journey for a mile with faded smile.
After church service benediction at last spring,
The welcome presence of another serenity fall,
We quickly part in heart from the praises we sing,
On roads converged, hardly a note we can recall.
We feel the food destined to eat, and the warm,
Taste climbs up for a pleasing trip into our lips,
Down the lane, leaving church feeding the brain,
With aromas tricks, temptation tried with many slips.
After church we forget home is another branch,
Lost in jest, caught in play, unseen eyes watching,
The rest of the day, and the eyes continue to watch,
Through the night and haunt the mind until morning.
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