Sabbath
Sunday mornings of my youth were
taking out pin curls and putting on dresses
Donut dozens on the way to Sunday School
Black coffee for dad, orange juice for us
Voices lifted in rousing hymns of praise
Dad’s booming sermon of love and Jesus
Today’s Sunday mornings are
Slow wakenings and quiet contemplation
Fresh fruit smoothies and organic egg sammies
Cappuccinos, basking in front porch sunshine
“Morning neighbor” on their way to service
Bells chiming on the hour calling all to come
Both are love, both are Jesus, both are church
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound…
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Halleluiah, Amen