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CHURCH ATTENDANCE–A HYPOTHETICAL POEM

He rarely attends now,

It’s gone and got diff’rent somehow…

He feels pushed aside

Not welcomed inside,

No one’s been direct with him, anyhow!

They used to go faithfully,

Found the spirit there strong and free…

The Pastor moved on

And a preacher took on

Things with his own personality.

With his circle of friends,

For our subject, being close to a pastor ends…

You know his pride

Didn’t like “outside”

But he wanted to attend.

Then he and his wife

Both saw ill health in life….

Comparison

With others is sin,

And churned up internal strife!

The preacher/teacher and he,

(Too much alike?) weren’t happy…

It shifted into

“An authority over you”

Which wasn’t as healthy!

Various dissatisfactions

Led to complaints and  feigned actions….

Poor communication

Led to frustration,

In mutual distraction.

So now he stays at home

Sundays, with his wife alone…

No need to go

Taken for granted so,

But he’s stuck–this was his church home.

Socially depended on her,

His wife, for communication stirred…

When she took ill

He didn’t have the will,

To see that his opening up occurred.

He’s given his life for her,

Literally as it were…

Goes it alone

Reaching out he’s done,

Elsewhere–little left at “home”.

Options to go elsewhere?

Feels bound by his wife–so there!

Decision paralyzed–

Easier to survive

By himself, ‘though few benefits to share!

A “hypothetical poem”–which means it is just a poem….!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

 

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I MISS MY OLD ALARM CLOCK!

I MISS MY OLD ALARM CLOCK!

He woke up nine A.M.;

Thought he’d be late again…

The clock he was fighting

(He’d put it in writing

That he was going to church then)!

The alarm clock flashing twelve

Was frustration he wouldn’t delve…

Til when he returned

And duly discerned

Why it didn’t work well.

Church–he got there on time–

Was blessing, far from sublime…

The ultimate favor

Christ gave up as Saviour,

How Jesus’ suffering became mine.

Felt blessed by Pastor’s whims,

He led singing TWO HYMNS!…

One on the board and one at the end

Announced by Pastor who seemed to grin,

The one who sings heartily wins!

He accepts his role in this place,

Loved but no social ace…

Not much to say

On any day,

Unless it’s by poetic grace.

Still got two hugs or three,

Folks were blessed him to see…

And he was blessed,

In Christ dressed,

Emboldened toward eternity!

–Jonathan Caswell