We go through life
with intimates few
but there’s something special
in sharing a pew
with friends.
Then something happens
just like that
and someone says
“…so here’s your hat'”
and it ends.
Last Sunday morning
I went back to church
I played the horn
in a musical search
for God.
“Come Holy Spirit
Bless us” we sang
but the words were empty
hollow they rang;
seemed odd.
Cold Sunday morning
my friends were not there
the benches were filled
yet they seemed so bare
I looked all around
saw this friend and that
but the friends I sought most
had gone elsewhere.
Dull dark day
October frost
aching heart
something lost.
This was written as on ode to my friends at the time our church, Winnipeg Christian Centre, was split by politics. Walter and Mary were the second last couple to leave, and we were the last.
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