Have I gone astray, peering gently at you?

You see me too
Upward looks
From Golden books,
You're catching my eye
I pray through these eyes
Huddled deep in my pew.

Opening the missile
I turn to page eleven,
Then make another connection
With you.
You walk in your cassock
Stoic steps through the havoc,
Noting the surplus of clothes
Each wooden row holds.

I peer a third time at you,
Boldly ringing your bell
From behind.
Charming snakes,
As the lambs
Stray further from hell.