Sunday-Go-To-Meetin’ Mask

Sunday-Go-To-Meetin’ Mask

Our faces adorned in baptismal white
We carefully approach the Altar of God
Touching each pew because the mask-y blight
Befogs one’s spectacles – awkward and odd

 Because his eyeglasses are but a smear
Each obstacle thus is undetectable
The worshipper indeed approaches in fear
Each confusing visual dialectical

 And then… 

He falls in clumsiness un-delectable
And makes himself an unholy spectacle! 

 

Original Poetry