Silent Sunday
Silent Sunday
Still, how still is the hour;
No voices, no motors, bare breeze;
No church bells ringing.
Tired workers sleeping, children quiet;
Silent sparrows satiated;
Nor church bells ringing.
Smells of bacon seeping;
Cartoons behind walls playing
No church bells are ringing.
Priorities shifting from worship to work;
To laws of labor and lucre;
Silenced the church bells’ ringing.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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