My White Shirt
Rating: ★5.0
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.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Kaysville, Utah. Written 19 April 2020 (Sunday) . Posted on Poem Hunter 10 May 2020 (Sunday) and also Mother's Day. Today is also Mother's Day in Mexico. What's so unusual about that? Usually Mother's Day in the U. S. A. and Mother's Day in Mexico do not fall on the same day! Mother's Day in the U. S. A. is the second Sunday of May and El Día de la Madre in Mexico is on May 10, no matter which day of the week it is! Oh, by the way, my church is not really a little red brick building on a hill, but I had to make a rhyme there! Re-posted Sunday,7 March 2021
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