A Fine Sunday Morning In May
The nature of the leaves
praising thee
On this fine Sunday morn’
the church are we
Each one as we do our bit
in the sun
That shines through the pane
lighting our knees
Songs, like the breeze,
move us
To care for those who
join us
Barely a city or town between us
bon amis*
Our steepled hands, sealed eyes
aloft
Generosity of mind and spirit, toward
our God and fellow man
How warmly greets this third day of May
a peaceful quarantine
A quaint building at rest awaits
our crestal voices
The blessings of a room filled to
overflowing
Like a bride’s exorbitant train, pure
and angel white
The groom grinning ear to ear. Guests
dabbing their eyes
Shall we be as we arrive on
that jubilant day
The doors thrown open with prayer,
with praise
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