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On Back Pew I
1
lukewarm silence
Highlights cries, children crunching
Where is thy strength, Lord?
2
A cup of grape juice
The Lord’s flesh stuck in my tooth
Empty plate floats by
3
I hear the preacher
His Word fades as they trail back
I feel no Gospel
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The first three poems of a collection of twevle haiku about sitting on the "back pew" at church. The church is supposed to be a family under God to help those in need and to be active in good works, but for some it feels like an organization guided by a hierachy of the preacher, deacons, and the most "dedicated" who sit at the front. I decided to write from the standpoint of a "back pew" fellowshiper -- someone who under any circumstance feels empty, inadequate, or even threatened by church and the supposed "hierarchy". I hope I can strike cords with these haiku to other back pew people who may feel this way, and to those who may be super active in church but perhaps not show love and encouragement to those who feel distant from the church and God.