Jessica

Sunday afternoon On a bench in the park Friendly breeze Moderating September heat. She been to church But it was nothing Except people and practice. God was almost silent. Not the same With Lloyd gone He used to sing Big and bold With the tenors And she sittin Across an alto And smilin at her man Midst the songs of Zion. Hardly seemed like Sunday The rush all round. But here in the park Half way to the apartment There was Church. Laughter of children Old men at the dominoes Bright colour waking in the trees Robin and goldfinch Singing and stretching For the coming trek. Jessica with eyes closed Felt His warm Hand On her face And began to speak out “I was glad When they said unto me. Let us go into The house of the Lord. Our feet shall stand Within thy gates O Jerusalem.”