Preaching Sunday
PREACHING SUNDAY
In the old country church,
Preaching Sunday was quite a big deal;
In just a few words, I’ll give you a feel.
White gloved ushers monitor each bench and pew,
Wearing uniforms starched to look like brand new.
Little girls decked out in ruffles and bows,
Sit with mothers in hats sharp
From their heads to their toes.
The minister quotes scriptures With deep breaths
And long pause,
He makes so dramatic each and every clause.
At the end of the message, when some hymn is sung,
Shouts ring out between every rung.
There’s some jerking and fanning and some falling out,
Small ones wonder what all the commotions about.
When everything’s over and the service is done,
Everyone enjoys a grand feast on the lawn.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life In Poems
#southenlife #southenpoems #countychurch
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