leaning on your shoulder was the best part

 

today i joined you at your church.

you’ve been in attendance here

decade upon decade upon decade.

 

i struggled to connect today at your church,

as i always seem to.

the worship sounds like a visual postcard

of artificially happy times;

reminds me of when the sun gets too hot.

 

today at your church,

it was father’s day.

they preached about the end times instead.

in a day there didn’t need to be fear,

they stirred it to the surface

and invited everyone to drink from it.

 

pastor russell told us when the end times would be.

he bookended the apocalypse;

an event not even the angels know when to book in for.

he didn’t tell us his opinion was buried in his answer,

didn’t he think we would want to be aware of that?

rather he served it on a platter,

and invited everyone to eat from it.

 

but my favourite part of it all was when they invited us

to bow our heads and pray

i leant my head against your shoulder

and i felt at home.

i listened to you whisper ‘amen’ and ‘yes Jesus’ to each

and every line.

 

even though I struggled to connect at your church today,

i still got to share the moment with

you.