Just Rituals? Poem by Oyekake Satty (O S) Joshua

So we dress up in the morning
Into the house of prayer we go
With our clasped hands
and bowed heads.

We sit in reverend position
nodding and clapping,
affirming the preacher's
invocation and sermon.

We sing and dance in one accord
praising with great adoration and haste
acknowledging the moment how slow
longing to be over soon
to be free from this delusion.

And so we rush out relieved
to be back in the clutches of reality
With the cloak of holiness undressed
We're at one again with ourselves
No more put-ons, no more fake smiles

Back to our usual ways we return
happy that our Sunday ritual is over.