The Sunday Routine!

It’s another signal that the day has come

As the metal bell continues to reverberate

Like the voice of a thousand cries

Mingled with the melodic clanging

That echoed all through the countryside

Nearby, are the hurried steps of the weekly enthusiasts?

Clad in the finest of their Sunday apparels

The Reverend sat in the Vestry

With his hands clamped on his knees

Awaiting the tick of time for the benediction

He looked regal in his long robe

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It’s 10 0’clock and the cathedral is filled to the brim

The backside of the gigantic edifice parades heads of late-comers

Standing whispering subtle inaudible expressions

On the front row are empty seats

But no one dare rest their butts on these sacred spaces

Clearly inscribed on them were the revered words – Reserved.

For the knights and the affluent who fuel the gospel

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Ahhhh, Nkiru sat between the two aged women

In her usual demeanour of a saintly child

She raised her head skyward

And with hands clasped together, she begins to whisper

Oh Lord she begins

Oh Lord, teach me your words

Teach me in kindness

Teach me in love

Oh Lord, help us to learn your ways

Ignite the power of love among your People

Give us the divine impulse to show your love

So that the world will dine less in wickedness

So that your children will shed their evilness

And sheath the sword of hatred and violence

Oh Lord, give us a new heart of friendship

Of humbleness and compassion and of gratitude

To know that we are your children

Born to show love to one another

Born to sow the seeds of affability

And of good deeds

Oh Lord, protect our world

Protect our families

And make us prosper in your righteousness

Oh Lord, answer our prayers

And bless us beyond our words

Amen.

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Peace and Love!

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6 thoughts on “The Sunday Routine!

  1. How hypocritical much of it seemed- having to pay “seat money” to the stern, bull-necked football halfback who stood, with arms folded, next to the money basket. There were those who ranked above us, in the eyes of the Church, but they had to live among us and so did not reserve seats at the front.

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