The curtain

Hypocrisy maybe? As ever I love the lines and formatting... you train of thought is a gem to read x

Incredibly powerful, I see so much in this I see the irony of being perfect for the outside world while worshiping god and then the question of are they perfect behind closed doors of their own home, keeping up pretence for the church or indeed anyone is a situation in which I personally would feel incredibly trapped 

An incredible piece of reflection from you dear poet  I wonder if I could help to move one line? Of a pool looking up from the first of the 3rd stanza to the last line of the second. 

Got to look good for God 
As she puts on her lippy
In the mirror before church
Every Sunday.
 
I could see the sun through the curtain 
In the morning, burning 
Through it's heat. 
It was as if I lay down the bottom 
Of a pool looking up

Witnessing everything,
Seeing through a film of silence.
The real one of us whispering.
 
The pews in the church aren't 
For the sinners.
Instead they reserve themselves 
For an Indian.
 
Now people file down the aisle 
For the wafer, even the children 
Are drinking wine.
When they are home 
Will they take off their suits 
Like costumes?
Will their prayers shield, shield, shield 
Like a curtain against animosity?

Absolutely love this, we have many people like this in our town. 🌹 

I think it's amazing how religion has such a tight hold. I am not a disbeliever. I  believe in whatever gods there maybe ... in a kind of hopeful way. But I think it's amazing how the church employs people to spread misinformation. I think it beggars belive that people will argue their God is the better one ... the only one. I have a problem with it. And it's not just Christianity ...all the organised religions I have a problem with. 

Love your poem. It is thought provoking x