A little boy, five years old
Part of church on Sunday morning
In the circling of people
Passing peace to one another
Dutifully but unconcerned
He puts up with us
Today like other Sundays
He accompanied his mother
Sitting quietly in a pew
However unlike other Sundays
Prayers were offered for his father
And recovery from a stroke
In the passing of the peace
I offered sympathy and hope
To the mother and her son
He smiled and reached out for my hand
As if to say he always knew
That love was passed with peace
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This is beautifully touching Ina.
Thank you, Andrea. The look on his face was a sun beam.
I’m so impressed with the way you capture complexities in such small moments
Thank you . Janet. That is a lovely comment. I am always amazed what my poetry communicates – sometimes things I did not realize I was saying.
Lovely!!
Glad you like it Lynn.
This is so very poignant, Ina
And we have encountered similar Sundays in church. The coming together of a caring community does help, I reckon.
Peace,
Eric
Thanks, Eric. I like the church I go to which doesn’t have great preaching but unfailingly offers moments like mine with the little boy. ❤
Beautifully expressed. Thank you.
You’re welcome.