George & Rupert - Act 8: Sunday Chance

Was the wine that Rupert drank last night the blood of Christ?

He suddenly asks George on one Sunday morning

That he wants to see him and himself rise

Which George said in teasing,

“We always rise and do it every morning. Why the church?”

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A dazed gaze and stutter tied tongue

Holds Rupert whose mind is wild and young

“I didn’t it mean that way”

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“Then why?”

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“I just want to go to church, and go back to praying.”

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“...” To that, George is silent,

Watching his husband scrolling through pictures of infants

“What time?” Words that surprises himself

Never thought he’d hear himself throwing the bookshelf

And Rupert, whose eyes still wander

Sits up from the couch to meet George’s hand

“Thank you” giving him a smile on behalf of chance

“Let’s go, let’s go already. We’ll miss the 5PM schedule”

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“You even know their schedules?”

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“Hehe, that’s right! That’s my job!” Since when?

Rupert does not care whatever he is saying right now

For the couple pack themselves into the car

Drove for the holy lamb’s den

Prayed, knelt, and bowed

And spent the night watching the night’s twinkling stars

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