Concentration in a church
Good day Steemiams. I miss you all. Am fully back to steemit now.
Today i want to drop a poem titled Concentration in a church
It was a bright and beautiful Sunday morning,
With the air stirred by the birds hovering,
And there, in the tall elegant church,
Where Truth is in constany search,
Is seen, in front of the priest, a congregation,
That listens to him and joins in holy recitation.
In that atmosphere of peace and devine radiance,
Cast your eyes around and look at the audience.
All quiet, all solemn, and all tame.
The have gathered there with no other aim
But to pray.
Thier hearts and thier minds ought
To be concentrated in no other thought but to pray.
But not every one concentrates
Many look at the pulpit
And listen to the sermon.
And neither think of the pulpit nor the sermon.
The little boy near the window of coloured glass,
Bubbles with the anticipation and the chance
To help him self to the chocolate
That lies restless in his pockect.
There's the businesman dressed in tweed,
Whose eyes gaze blankly at the priest,
While his mind adds up figures.
In front sits a girl, charming and fair,
With blushing cheeks and curvy hair,
But her mind is absorbed in pleasant meditation
And her heart throbs heavily in expectation
Of meeting her beloved one after the service.
There's the housewife, appearing rather fussy,
Who thinks of the ingredients of a new recipe,
While on the bench at the back
Sits an old man bent only half -awake.
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While thier preoccupations of various kinds
That struck them and engages thier minds while the priest's voice ascended higher,
And as the morning sun grew brighter,
A bomb dropped in the church with a great blast
From a fighter-aircraft that flew roaring past.
It was an air raid, sudden and fierce,
That was to spark a war, dreadful and wierd.
Confusion and panic now ensued in the church.
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Now, unlike before, no longer
Did thier minds diverge and wander.
The little boy and the business man
The lover and the housewife,
The old man and indeed the rest of the lot,
Were now all concentratred in a single thought
Yes, in only one and the same thought,
To save thier lives at all cost.
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Thanks for reading from the desk of Mr.Gossip James @gossipmill.
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A very thoughtful reminder of our existence. I enjoyed it very much.