So little left of the old garments.

The fewer and older priests

face us robed in apologies.

Shrill tailors of God's message.

Costumed nuns have died away

replaced by off the rack laity.

The churning suits and dresses

That draped across the pews

have worn thin and sparse.

Strictures are raggedly observed

and churches are cast off

Like Good Will overcoats.

Yet some of us still wear faith,

Displaying hand-me-downs in a church

no longer fashionable.

We're not dressed as we were,

and unsure of holy style,

but hopeful of our future ensemble.