Sunday Morning

Sleeping in just long enough to be rushed
Dressing in your best, covering all that’s flushed
Sunny morning s of peace and little traffic
Familiar friends, laughter, it’s all fantastic

The children are happy and secure
The seating’s consistent and reassured
Quality music all simple and memorized
A few prayers here and there
Speaking and teaching, helpful while educating

Critical conversation on the way home
A large lunch to settle in to the afternoon drone
A light dinner and a sweet treat
A weeks worth of thoughts and a deep sleep

But while reality is monotonous and slightly superficial
Dreams rage and passions burn all that’s trivial
Only to awake to wade through another week to get to the weekend
Cause comfort has predetermined that manipulation be destined
And the powers that be would like nothing more than to see
That you’re doing well, and tithing, while you’re healthy and happy

After all it was this religion or tradition that raised you
If it weren’t for the morals surely you’d be skewed or screwed or just plain rude
You know you owe a lot to this custom so keep bringing your children
Be a good person and if you don’t mind cut down on the questions