Rob Pool Poet Rhyme

First Community Church of Covid

Sunday morning came and went
I didn’t go to church again.
It wasn’t noticed by anyone
My soul, though, wonders
Where I’ve been.

In the shadows, lurking, hiding
Anonymity destroys community
Isolated from both the bread and cup
And, losing the wonder of the cross
And any sense of unity

And now the high definition pastor
Can be seen more clearly than ever
But I also see what needs to be done
Around this place and
my chores are a  never-ending endeavor

My neighbor mowed his grass this week
Another beautiful distraction
To keep my thoughts away from You
Truth be told the virus is not the fault
for my seeming lack of passion

Fingers on the piano keyboard
Gently strike a quiet hymn
And whether in a crowded sanctuary 
Or in my house all by myself
My imperfect worship still goes to Him

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