There are two kinds of woman in the church.
One is well dressed. Never misses a Sunday. Knows every hymn by number and the pastor by name. She sits where she can be seen and God sees her. He sees a woman full of performance and empty of presence.
The other barely smiles. Sits in the back. Lives in the secret place.
In these poems, Rosemarie Stewart holds a mirror to every woman who has sat in a pew and asks the only question that matters: which one are you?