Sunday School...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i was drawn into it
a feather to a whirlpool

i try to do something
so that you may at least
see me resisting

everything happens
and i say i never intended it

i swim in the water
i am dressed in mud and
i wrestled all my
days

i let it happen
years and years

and then i am free
from mud
from whirlpools

and then i shall face
and boldly must i tell you

i truly love you
but you have never believed me


i am dressed now
for Sunday school.