PICNIC

Above was the title of a sonnet I wrote many, many Holy Weeks ago.  Allow me to re-publish it here as the whole of Philippine Christendom is celebrating one of its most solemn holidays.

PICNIC

One Easter Sunday morn, as was their weekend plan,
A couple, with young Anne, packed up their tinted van
With foods and drinks galore and lots of picnic ware,
Then beach-ward drove in haste to beat the summer air.

The car had passed the church when suddenly the lass,
On seeing worshipers march off the morning mass.
Remarked with focused glance at people on the way:
"Mom, aren't we and Dad going to church today?" 

Trading embarrassed eyes, the couple felt aback,
For, lo, in quick response their lips did truly lack!
The mother fumbled long to satisfy Anne's plea:
"Dear, we can pray to God and worship by the sea."

To which, as only from a five-year old may come:
"But we won't. answered Anne."Will we? O, come on, Mom!

Happy Holidays, everyone!