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.
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.
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
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
Amen. One day the virus will recede and hopefully things will be back to normal