'I should have planned <br />Better with you, <br />But since, by this Sunday, <br />Already you've come <br />Thanking, <br />I feel <br />I should'nt push through, <br />So as <br />Not, for your vanity, <br />To entice discontentment <br />In you, ' <br />someone pondered about another <br />In the Lord <br />At Sunday Mass, <br />And so, Sunday Mass didn't usher in the changes <br />Amass. <br />Sometimes, could a dive in the divine jive <br />Be timed <br />Out of time <br />And awry <br />With our daily hypersonic life <br />Out on the open plains? <br />Or <br />Sometimes, might it be useless to be, on Sundays only, <br />Attending mass <br />At a time <br />When one ought to be <br />Seeking the inner temple <br />Day in, day out, <br />Lost on an <br />Ill-guided stroll in time <br />In a dark cavern <br />Of a rude world, <br />Mondays, Tuesdays, <br />Wednesdays, Thursdays, <br />Fridays, Saturdays, too, <br />To be praying, <br />For the one with powers <br />To take over <br />The rudder <br />Ruder, now, <br />But in the end <br />Smoothing out all things? !<br /><br />Erhard Hans Josef Lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-mass-for-the-vain/
