Sunday Morning

It's Sunday morning
and the fact that it took me
an hour to get out of bed
only proves I'm only human.

Also the dirt under my fingernails
is a telltale sign of my scrounging.

I'm wearing a Hawaiian shirt to church.
Just before I put it on it crossed my mind
that it might be considered irreverent.
That issue is not the point,
I bring it up to explain my self-doubt.

I said something about belief
and John replied,
Well then you don't really believe it.

I wonder if he's ever thought,
Aren't they just sides of the same coin?