Sunday Morning

This is from a trip to the Central African Republic a few years ago.  

Sunday morning and
I did not want
to go to church

Two hours, plus
a hard bench
all in French
in this heat
and humidity

Crowded with people
wrapped in colorful cloths
meeting the prime minister
gazing upon an electric peacock
on the cross in the front

Enthralled by the offering
burlap bag in which
a chicken is contained
who danced in front of the
pulpit during the sermon

And we sang
lovely songs
beautiful voices
and there was worship

Not so difficult
in the end