Sunday 7 December 2014

In A Strange Church





IN A STRANGE CHURCH

In a strange church
I sing the hymns
and mouth the prayers.

I learn the name of the preacher’s son
and of his wife
and how his father died
and where he worked
I hear of where his son
is now honeymooning
and how five years ago
he changed the way he worked.

After the service
three or four people
say “Good Morning”.

None ask me who I am.
I leave as quietly as I arrived.

© Gerald England

Composed: St Ouen, Jersey, 3rd October 2010

Unpublished

A contribution to Inspired Sundays.

2 comments:

  1. now that is an odd church. most churches have very social folks. ( :
    i love the stone fencing. have a great week, Gerald. take care.

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