Ode' To Janelle's Piano

Seems it stood there all the time her good piano ~ church now closed, she used to sing her songs in rhyme made church folks happy, in the rows. The years went on ~ church once so gay, for Indians, preaching love and truth, the cafeteria, filled with food in gatherings weekly, old and youth! New folks came in ~ they disagreed, soon land was bartered, no reprieve, Janell's piano, left behind, folks ventured on with their remind. How long it stood, I just don't know the sign in front, said "We're just closed", a family fortress, her folks old now no one else could bear the load! Just signed it over ~ bigger group, a year or two, then no one came, a handful made the Sunday loop 'til just a few, still not the same! Why is it, when a church is meant to change unrest to Godly scope, brave persons with deliverance sent become deceitful, losing hope! . . . . . . . . but wait . . . . . . . . Tucked in the hills, yet hardly seen except for one lone light, kept lit could see it from the highway's glean was smallest church that faith could fit! First Indian church, ministry sown with vigils, reservation's pace, no carpet, curtains, sagging down cracks gave the mice some interface! Been closed down a might you see the same as uptown, but hardly as prominent, still the Indians went when it was open, their God sent! Older piano, maybe in State playing hymns mostly Sunday in local antique shop's equate, with lots of things, sold for funding! New ministers, with their Indian root, determined to begin just there, guitars, and crosses, simple ways back from Virginia, heart's aware! Attending at the closed down church I gave this new group one more try, after six months a newness came ages of church don't qualify! And only couple weeks ago, a new piano was in front they said "donated" was there more? I asked ~ Janell's stood on their floor! I wondered had she kept her word to serve those that her parent's could believe she did ~ she understood their merits were in grace, not wood!