The Poem

This poem takes us back to one Sunday in a little Salvation Army Church where we all stood and joined hands to pray. The poem seems to speak of those Christians who hold onto their faith tightly in the moment, only to forget it later in the week.

The Picture

These words bring to mind an image of community and faith. When all is good, we stand strong, supporting one another. But when things turn bad we often fall apart and separate. Those are the feelings I have “let out” in this picture.

 

A Little Poem for Sunday

I remember

the passion

of the people at the time

the crisis

the joining of the hands

 

the circle

united we will stand

and as the song predicts

divided

we’ll fall

 

So now as we all return to float

living on the stall

waiting for the world

to call

we pocket all of our courage

courtesies and grace

keeping them close

until somebody needs an ace

 

then we’ll play them all

balls to the wall

go for broke

be a winner after all

 

In God we trust

when it is handy or close

but from a distance

is just a remnant of a ghost

When the night comes calling

and we wish to rest

what if it’s His time

to stall, to forget

 

the circle

united we will stand

and as the song predicts

divided

we’ll fall

 

Poem By: Jay Arthur

 

Picture By: Sylvia Arthur

Sylvia Arthur ©