It cannot be a Sunday
if we're not at church and don't pray
if we're not down on our knees
minding P's and Q's.
I refuse to believe that this day is all we need to feed the inner working of the soul
or
that the dog collared man , by courtesy and intervention of some God we barely know can show me a path better trod.
Sunday
is just another rod to beat me with
another stick,
one more trick in the armoury of magic men who don't know when to quit.

That being said,
I've read the good book,taken a good look at the evidence,weighed up the possibility that if He does exist
I'd be foolish if I missed out because of my doubt.
So
I'm getting dressed now,going to church,listening to the sermon,singing hymns and later down the 'flying fiddle' for a Pimms or two.