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
Copyright © Gwen Schuetz | Year Posted 2018
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