Pharisee

A poem about prayer.

You tell us to lift our voices
With prayers that fill the room
To shout praises as loud as we can
But I’ll never be as loud as you

I get so overstimulated
Trying to speak but overrun
By the haughty phrases and heavenly gazes
I will always be outdone

Do we have to be the same
Or can I just be me?
All this talk about being loud
Sounds a lot like a Pharisee

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I’ve made about twelve attempts at subtext here…to explain, to soften, to show you that I can hold a mirror.

Then I remembered I’ve already done all of that. Don’t forget about my disclaimer.