I was in.
But never of.
Choosing right
When pushed to shove.

Always pure.
Always chaste.
Moulded clay
Of modest taste.

Rarely used
A cussing word.
Rarely spoke
What I had heard.

Rarely wanting
All I spied.
Only needing
Grace inside.

Then one night
A dinner in.
I was not –
Of all their sin.

A forward couple
In reverse,
With philanderer
My tongue was terse.

I turned my head
Away from lips.
Pretty, painted
Gossiping drips.

Then the feast,
Our drinks were poured.
I –not of
Must thank Our Lord.

"God immortal
Be adored"
I didn't deny!!
I just...
          ignored.

JMJ
Long-Skirts
8/31/03