Sunlite Wanter Poet Lyric

This Sunday Morning

This Sunday Morning

The plague has shut our church doors this morning,
Even the lovely lawn is bare of chairs.  
If you like, you can turn to the internet, though
It’s not the same as warm handshakes, hugs or building fair,

But lo, here arching trees form a cathedral,
As I think of you in prayer,
The birds are singing in a songbird choir,
And squirrels ushering, gathering here and there.

There are drifting clouds of alabaster white angels,
And scriptures’ fluttering pages,
Soft breezes carry the whispers of worshiping parishioners,
With fervent petitions for those who are missing,

And the Devil weeps! – he has not won.
For all this is God’s unending Love!

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Carolyn Devonshire July 16, 2020 at 1:55 PM In her poem "Some Keep the Sabbath," Emily Dickinson describes how she gets more spiritual inspiration in her garden than in a church. I've found this to be true as well. It helps to be surrounded by the beauty God created. A lovely poem, SW!

Jennifer Proxenos July 16, 2020 at 1:14 PM The Devil cannot win Sunlight Wanter, good will always rule, evil can not stand the light and faith is light. Well said. Blessings

Andrea Dietrich July 15, 2020 at 4:59 PM so hopeful and inspirational this is. Wish I could feel more that way with all that's going on.

Demetrios Trifiatis July 15, 2020 at 4:16 AM Inspiring and uplifting dearest, Sunlite! Blessings!

Winged Warrior July 14, 2020 at 4:58 AM Nice penning Sunlite...hugs...^WW^ :o)

Timothy Mcguire July 13, 2020 at 2:49 PM Lovely! Well written! A FAV for me!

Silent One July 12, 2020 at 2:17 PM The beautiful thing about faith is that you do not need to pray in a building...God is everywhere... I'm sure doors will be open once again..

James Long July 12, 2020 at 1:32 PM What is not spoken of, is always left, for all good people to embellish within, upon. Nothing;s more concise, nor more clear. True this is: "Poetry needs all good people such as you." If I will not feel, then I willfully cannot dance. So this often goes, all too often this sadness remains. To take a consistent and continuing chance to dance, its the very chance taken to uphold for all life, our Creator's Dance; of this "Power's, Awesome, Faithfulness, to this "Power's Love, for all life!