The Mysterious Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie Oh, so lonely -- Where do such people come from They come from all walks of life, from the priesthood on down to the hangers-on at village churches And where do they all belong? -- In a desiccated church where Father McKenzie preaches sermons that no one hears and Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice thrown at others' weddings, surely lamenting her own lonely, dreamlike existence... They belong together, but Church doctrine, frustratingly, keeps them apart this lonely woman with the happy face, concealing the ache deep inside and the devoted priest, so determined to look ministerial, to deliver a sermon for no audience, that no one will hear, that will save no one... So many lonely people in society today, like Eleanor Rigby people who come from nowhere, whose contributions go unrecognized and who return to nowhere, buried along with their names -- Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... August 08, Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis