The wandering sermon has run too long
and yawning congregants rise to their feet
while a quavering singer strains his song,
aching over the chorus he repeats repeats
like a lonesome widow worrying the stone
of long desires that she cannot quite complete
despite love’s urgency for joys no longer known.


Other poems here on Moss Kingdom about conflicted feelings at during church services see: Sunday Morning LethargyAn Apathy: a reflection on joyless bible reading, and The prayer of a wife who will not be had.