One of my faves:
SOME KEEP SUNDAY GOING TO CHURCH
by Emily ****inson
American poet (December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886)
Some keep Sunday going to church
I keep it staying at home,
With a bobolink for a chorister,
And an orchard for a throne.
Some keep Sabbath in surplice,
I just wear my wings
And instead of tolling the bell for church,
Our little sexton sings.
God preaches, a noted clergyman,
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of going to heaven at last
I'm going all along.




Of course, it's to the ice cream shop and back, but hey, that definitely goes with cycling!
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