One Sunday Morning

August 6, 2006

We arrived at church,
but the the doors were locked.

A letter held on in the breeze:

My Dear Children,
I am not inside –
you will find me among the sick,
the troubled, the destitute…
Father Joe is with me.
Come join us.

Within the month
most of us had joined
a different church.

One Response to “One Sunday Morning”

  1. twitches Says:

    Another poem with a wonderful, humorous twist. Love the letter barely even holding on in the breeze!

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