oh my lord what a sermon
oh…my lord
what a sermon
oh my lord
what…
a sermon
rev jones moaned and groaned
and moaned and groaned
so loud
that even deacon smith
shouted like he believed in god
and child let me tell you this
sister bates started waving her hands
like she thought she was separating the red sea itself
then she took to talking in tongues
her voice just seemed to fill the church
honey we couldn’t even hear aunt liz’s solo
which may be why she got so loud
lord knows you can’t have pastor notice no
one but her
then of course there was us…
sitting in the back of the church
we were busy counting the lights in the ceiling
and wondering why
the holy ghost didn’t just come and stop all this
cause we all knew come monday…
no one would remember a thing…
Read Between the Minds 
Love this! Love how you captured a distinct voice in this poem. Great ending.
slpmartin – Thanks for visiting my blog and for your very kind comment.
I’m so pleased to have discovered yours, as it is excellent!
Acadianeire is a sideline for me; I blog most often here:
http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com
This is where you’ll find the bulk of my poetry (and a few other things).
Please visit Acadianeire’s again and check me out elsewhere if you get the chance.
Kathleen
Wonderful capture and just the right kind of questioning heart. This warmed me.
Love that line “we were busy counting the lights in the ceiling”. Perfect image.
cause we all knew come monday…
no one would remember a thing…
oh wowwww… sadly probably true too much of the time. I love how honest you are in your writing.
and i love this one too…i don’t know who you are but you are very inspiring 🙂
This one made me laugh out loud. Beyond the wonderful small details, this is Sunday morning for most folks, even if and when they are unwilling to admit it. Hats off to you.
Elizabeth
I liked this a lot, it really summed up Church Services and made me smile 🙂 I particularly liked the line “waving her hands like she thought she was separating the red sea itself”. A great image!
Yes, I have to agree with all of the comments above – this poem is really wonderful! I love the imagery, honesty and flow of it…
…it reminds me all too well of the years I spent “pretending” to listen to the moaning and groanings at the church I used to attend! Oh, fond memories indeed!
I like the contrast and almost polite puzzlement of the kids in the back…at least, it seems to me like the narrator is one of the kids who fidget in the back rows, because I have found myself in pretty much the same situation!
Ha. I feel a bit repetitive here but great voice in this poem. And also thank you for the visit and the nice words.
Also your use of space adds a lot, which is something I never think to do.