The Preacher Showed Up Late
The preacher showed up late.
The congregation sat
Confused, uneasy
Left alone
With each other.
A baby cried
A sparrow chirped
In the choir loft
The old organ sighed.
An old woman stood
Prayed aloud:
“Oh, Lord, thank you”
“For leaving us to ourselves
That we might find each other.”
“Let us share
A sign of peace,
A smile, a word, a helping hand.”
The preacher walked slowly
from the vestibule.
Ascended the pulpit
And simply said…..
AMEN!
John G. Lawless
©10/23/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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