Member Poem

Are these the words I needn’t say?
You say them for me when you pray
You kneel upon a wooden floor
Sit on a bench they call a pew
And talk to those who cannot share

Your presence in the holy room –
Who sacrificed so you could live
And care for those who cannot give
What they receive to those they love –

Who treat them like a waveless shore –
They cannot see you anymore
But where they go there will be care
And one day they will see you there

Yet now, the congregation flows
Singing hymns we all would know
From the hymn sheet given them

And once done, in sight, the choir sings
A hum is heard from those ahead
Then the scriptures will be read
By the Reverend that fine day

And if a Bible you don’t have
No need for you to worry, so –
One will sure be given you

And inside that holy room
Where words are said for me through prayer
I wonder whether I could share
The sentiment being written there.