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