Sunday mornings are jammed
with felicity and yearning.
Folks aching to discover the wisdom
of God.

In discrete sections people chanting
how pronounced God is.

When I perceive church bells resounding
my heart commences to beat at a speedy rate
my abdomen is overcrowded with butterflies
I feel alive, my heart filled with comfort
that I have never experienced before.

Then I commence a blooming prayer.