Old churches are closing,consolidating
as congregations age,die,become divided by doctrines
Even the best pastors face recession tactics
Even the most loving communities cannot afford them
We are seeking truly humane beamings.She is one of them
Jamaican,black,large as love and twice as charismatic
She it was who visited hospital when my beloved was ill,and
Reverend Bobby has only days with us before she must leave
She is a gypsy sans portfolio-no church has opened their doors
to her special care or pastorship-so she must leave
We gather in the Green Belt to remember St Phillips
That church too closed due to diminished attendance
and the past attendees have brought food,drinks,and children
to remember the community that once sustained them
Creek water is still and quite polluted
Saturday is summer hot and quite humid
We wait and talk and chat and listen
amused by the miniature circus of tiny children
like waiting for Godot,the talk is of past,and
Reverend Bobby did not arrive before we had left
Kindness always finds a home.She is loved and beloved
Somewhere,someone knows her-or now knows of her
Please tell her we are all homeless in a recession
but we still treasure her smile and loving wisdom
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