Sunday evening

Sunday evening
The textured taste of
Nauseous sweetness
The interweaving of
Hope and desire
Love and lust
Exhortations to
Christian manhood
Burnt ashes around
Temptations stake
For Christian manhood could not
Compete with a more human man
The confusion of grace
Amazing grace,
Sung with fervour
Was the wrong hymn
It was him, and I
An unsaved wreck
Still lost and blind
To what I didn’t want to see
Took years to find
I was not lost, I could see
It was the wrong hymn
And him
Yet still, when evening
Closes in on Sunday
I remember the melancholic
After taste of hymns and hims
Of hope and desire
On Sunday evenings

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