St. Joseph Catholic Church

Tattered sneakers, ratty sweats,
Three day growth of beard, no less,
Trailing scent of human sweat,
Bright glinting eyes embracing life.

Seated now in straight-line rows,
Front to back and left to right,
The one in front, so proud and straight,
In back the other, new meaning to pew.

When God looks out what does he see?
Impressive outside that says it all,
Or hidden meaning, deep inside?
And in our pride we choose to judge.

Which one is fit, which one is not.
What forms the basis for this task,
To judge one's worthiness or lack,
From our lofty self-chosen spot.

© 2000, Deacon Ed Faulk