My Poem of the Day
(11/30/14)

The Old St Paul’s©
As a child I sat in a church pew each Sunday from early morning till past noon
The seats were so tall that I could barely see past them
The organ so loud that the minister had to bellow each word he uttered
The sun beat harshly against the stained glass windows
So hard that I thought I could see each picture dancing to the organs sounds
The array of colors kept me busy while awaited my next prompt to sing
I felt like I was in the king’s palace as I sat among all the other choir members
I too bellowed just as loudly as the minister being certain that everyone would hear my words
With each word that I sang I felt like life was carrying me forward to another place in time
I almost didn’t want the music to end
But I knew my entire day wasn’t meant to be spent at the old St. Paul’s
So at a half past one along with my sister and brother hand in hand we headed home
While the adults stayed behind to attend to the vestry meeting and planned for what was ahead
I so loved my Sunday’s at Old St. Paul’s
Copyright 2014
The Old St Paul’s©
By Felina Silver Robinson
In loving memory of Rev. Murray & Clare Dewart who taught me the true understanding of my spirituality
and opened up my heart to share with others.