There is a
cathedral
inside my purse
church bells
sounding in my
neural pathways
hallelujahs just
underneath my tongue
my heels shout
amen
my toes say
glory
my knees creak
with the groanings
of
the holy
spirit
and on church days
People look at me
weird
because
I am
barefoot
emotional
and big hearted
But I know of holy
i know
that I am
still
sanctified
in overalls
still blessed in flip flops
and I missed
that part in the
bible
where it says
i must come worship
in heels and a club dress
I missed that part where
there’s mandatory attendance
and my facial expression must be
just so
I opened that book
and I saw
holy
saw Jesus
praying in gardens
healing in homes
doing miracles in fields
But somehow
we can quantify whats
more or less
Holy
somehow it must be less holy
to bring praise with my body
instead of my lips
or
to bring body bruised
and lips sealed to the altar
I missed the memo
that said church was a play
or a presentation
that I must play my role perfect
Please ignore me
I will be in the back
i will show you how my
underarms worship
how my toes say Glory
and my heels
say AMEN
*snaps* This is beautiful worship unto God!