A Poem For Sunday

Sunday was my favorite day growing up, When we were young we went to Ionview United church. I wore a pretty dress and hat, We would receive our bible verses, Meet with friends at church, Summers we would be going to camp. I would travel by bus and subway for two hours, Taught Sunday school at St. George's Lutheran Church. We had a church camp in a dreamy location, I was a counselor, once I composed a dance of ribbons with the children, This was especially for the parents, What a lovely day that was. We would go on nature hikes, What a healthy lifestyle to have. As a mother with children I would take my children with me, And teach Sunday school, we went to Dietrich Bonhoeffer Lutheran Church. This was a beautiful church, one day they had a friendship program, Hundreds of balloons went up in the air, beautiful to view. I would drive all the way from the beautiful Lorne Park, To attend this church, I think our parents were proud of me. As an adult I would perform with the community churches, I sang with the church choir and music group. What an honor that was, now I am at home for Sunday. I listen to my favorite minister and his wife. Sundays continue to be special days in my life, Nice to be reflective of your experiences. Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz