Posturing.

The buttoned shirt
choking, but right.
The shiny shoes
glaring, demanding attention.
The pew
filled with look-alikes
The smiles
wide and absorbent.

The afternoon sun
setting fast.
Five o'clock cocktails
ever-lasting.
The groggy words
misunderstood, inflammed.
The tears fall
down sober cheeks again.

The God I know
loves scuffed up shoes,
rolled up sleeves
and reality
in pews.

His smile grows
when afternoon sun
just warms the hearts
and calms the souls.

I like this,Karen:-)

Very nice!

Thanks. I just felt inspired by all the beautiful artwork and poetry I read here today.

God Bless!