unbelieving Sunday best
I
think I should go
I have some coffee
to ready me
chemically
and maybe throw enough together
there is hot water
with some handsoap
nearby
and clothes
that should pass muster
one
more time
and so acceptably for an hour or so
then
back to exile
and the loneliness
but have had the hour
for faith and companionship
while keep
the faith
let go of the rest
as illusion
I
belong
enough to hope to find
other
than I the healthy
perfect you
and
if unbeknownst
you could leave with me
then
who knows
sometimes I could enter
faith and love
not needing to believe in these
or
that they are for you
yet also
me
coda
sip the coffee then
ten minutes to get ready
ten to get there
eight
and eight
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Sunday Best
(for Juneteenth)
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I celebrate from a distance,
Thinking of church
As an invitation
I received
Several years ago
In a Black church in Louisville,
Kentucky
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I was there for meetings
And on
Sunday morning
We went to a church
Some of us
Had known about
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Arms rose into the air
For hours, and the choir
Never seemed
To stop
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And, I’m sorry,
I don’t remember the
Preaching
But remember the music
And the dancing in the air
Of arms and words
Carried up
By song
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And if the Spirit could be
Smoke, we
We wouldn’t breathe
But as it’s air
We breathed in life
And exhaled
New visions
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And we were welcomed,
Such was love
In the airy cloud
That prismed every color
With invitation
Courtesy
And movement
For outsiders
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We were there for hours
Without knowing
This was Sunday best
At its best
I’ll be a part of it again
Someday
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For there
There was freedom in the
Spirit
As there should be a day for it
Then every day
Every day a work
And play
For freedom
Numinous
And real
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Spirituality
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