BEYOND WINTER: The Irrelevant Musings of an Old Man—SUNDAY MORNING MEMORIES poem {Sun, 6-23-24}
SUNDAY MORNING MEMORIES
Sunday morning memories
are a random jumble
Joys of hearts melded into
one
Regrets of chances lost
Hymns and prayers and
verses
Speaking of the words
Processions and stumbles
Upturned faces
Each memory eager
for its chance
to take the spotlight
before they all
are lost in the final
darkness
of the closing of the
sabbath
John Robert McFarland
The photo is of Forsythe
Methodist, my home church, outside of Oakland City, Indiana. The gravestone of
my parents is in the foreground. I got the photo off the web; I do not know who
took the photo.
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