March 22 a poem

March 22

No sounds of church bells

No children heard

No hugs

No clamor of the classroom

No choir singing His praises

Yet, the church resounds wherever we may be

The gathering may be stilled

But this time will make us stronger

To appreciate what fellowship we had

That in days to come

It will be more about Him

As precious


And the Father to what matters most.

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