those Sunday ladies – we’ll not forget
their plumage of sobriety
as they’d humbly genuflect
– such bastions of society!
hats worn with amazing elan
pious looks of delight on their faces
believing in God’s greater plan
– already sure of their places!
baking their very best cakes for the stall
knitting socks for the halt and the lame
inviting the vicar to call
– “and it’s such a huge honour he came”!
making visits to those who are ill
but not if it’s something too catching
taking note of the dust on the sill
– and whether the curtains are matching!
discussing some marital state
reporting some kid’s bad behaviour
saying ‘wind up in clink at this rate’
– and all in the name of the Saviour!
with such rituals shown week after week
it was hard to equate what we knew
of their cold two-faced ways, so to speak,
– with their posture when sat in a pew!
image from http://thesaltcollective.org/lets-give-church-ladies/ (with apologies)
Ooooooof!
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This was me thinking back to village life when I was about 11 or 12 years old. I don’t expect things are very different nowadays with some ladies.
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And I worked amongst those ‘ladies’ for so many years.
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I remember watching them as a child and teenager while in the choir at our local church. Even at that young age their ‘hypocrisy’ was obvious!
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