'I should have planned
Better with you,
But since, by this Sunday,
Already you've come
Thanking,
I feel
I should'nt push through,
So as
Not, for your vanity,
To entice discontentment
In you, '
someone pondered about another
In the Lord
At Sunday Mass,
And so, Sunday Mass didn't usher in the changes
Amass.
Sometimes, could a dive in the divine jive
Be timed
Out of time
And awry
With our daily hypersonic life
Out on the open plains?
Or
Sometimes, might it be useless to be, on Sundays only,
Attending mass
At a time
When one ought to be
Seeking the inner temple
Day in, day out,
Lost on an
Ill-guided stroll in time
In a dark cavern
Of a rude world,
Mondays, Tuesdays,
Wednesdays, Thursdays,
Fridays, Saturdays, too,
To be praying,
For the one with powers
To take over
The rudder
Ruder, now,
But in the end
Smoothing out all things? !

Erhard Hans Josef Lang

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-mass-for-the-vain/