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After Church

Can I have just a minute, please?

A minute to step out of heels,

unwind pearls, slip off my dress.

 

Can I have just a minute, please?

A minute to get comfortable

in fleece and warm fuzzy socks.

 

Can I have just a minute, please?

A minute to de-people,

to rest my psyche from a weekend

of soccer and church.

 

Can I have just a minute, please?

A minute – before I hear my name

coming from three different parts of the house.

 

They gave me just a minute.

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By Sara

I am a wild woman of God, a wild minister of Jesus' love, and a wild writer. I am also a wife, a mom, a home educator, and published author. I live in North Carolina with my family and three cats.

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