My White Shirt Poem by Kim Barney
My White Shirt
I still wear a white shirt every Sunday;
it makes it seem like things are normal still.
I'm sure they'll let us back in church some day,
that little red brick building on the hill.
Your church may be a mosque or synagogue,
but I would guess you miss it just as much.
Your friends have missed your friendly dialogue,
yet all this time you've tried to keep in touch.
Perhaps a few of them will now be gone;
the virus may have claimed a life or two,
but if they are, you know you must move on;
the ones that still remain depend on you.
Sometimes God moves in quite mysterious ways,
but he will stop this thing one of these days.
Amen. One day the virus will recede and hopefully things will be back to normal
Excellent poem and you are adorable, dear Kim! Lovely photograph in a cosy sphere, that bookshelf is very imaginable for me.Reposted and still full of brilliance! 5 Stars! Tomy Favourites
Your church may be a mosque or synagogue, but I would guess you miss it just as much. Your friends have missed your friendly dialogue, yet all this time you've tried to keep in touch.---A great poem.
You look so handsome! Evergreen, young and energetic my friend... love your picture
I love the picture of you; the blanket in the background is beautiful! You look very sharp in that fine
Sometimes, God behaves in a mysterious way, but surely all things will get back to normal. Top stars for this excellent poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 10:30:27 PM # 1.0.0
This poem dressed up in its Sunday best! A great write!