Old Knees

Sitting down to pray Is so demeaning
Thought Jeremiah
Grappling to his feet and wobbling down
The dusty choir.

Pausing by the rood screen to take 
A laboured breath
Looked up high to contemplate 
The tortured face of death

A voice beside the sanctuary lamp
Caught his vague attention 
"I heard every word you said
Was that your intention. ? "

Better watch my language
Jeremiah thought
Kneeling, standing, sitting 
It seems to matter nought.

JL Sept 14 11:49