Can Jesus understand
that, as a child
the scarf wouldn’t stay on my head
no matter how tight my mom tied it
around my chin?
no more than the pullo of my sari does now
as I frantically pull it to cover my head
in keeping with the church’s orders
in keeping with the other staid women
I see around me.
As I take my communion
and filled with the Lord’s
blood and body,
I still wish that the scarf
would behave itself.
Do I lack feminity?
or am I not Christian enough
that sandwiched between keeping
my scarf on
and listening to the sermon
I miss the whole point of worship
And the key to the doors of Heaven?
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