Worship
By Haff
Bell and candle, Monk and Book All within some cloistered nook. Music stealing Voices sweet Sound of slowly moving feet. Holy quiet In the air Pleading voices whisper prayer. Red bricked churches Harrassed priest, Still present the eternal feast. Shouting voices, Stamping feet, Rushing traffic in the street. Tired bodies Full of care Pleading voices whisper prayer. Bell or traffic Monk or Preist Still He bids us to His Feast. Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 02:02 PM PST 0 • 13
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