Of Pubs and Pews

 

As they sit in the silent pews, among hushed whispers and hallowed bowed heads,

As they sit around the wooden stools, among the taps and craft beers.

They sniffled and stifled,

They joked and laughed.

One talked about the follies and mishaps of others,

While the other talked about their follies and misfortunes together.

One divulged in the misery and scandals of their neighbours

While the others cussed at the misery and scandals among themselves.

While they smirked and smiled,

They cried and lament.

O what strange tidings among foe and friends,

The ones who sit in the pews and pubs,

That drank the sanctified juice, drunk with envy, grudges, and malice

That drank the wine and whisky, drunk without a care in the world, 

Spirits lifted high…

As they walked out of the pews and pubs

Rolling in their righteousness and drunkenness 

Both at the foot of the Hill, susceptible to grace alone…

Of pubs and pews, their faith hangs, not on their dance and deeds, but on the Cross, atoned.

Inspired by Augustine's City of God