A Remarkable Poem

This poem was featured in the Lob Cabin Democrat this past Sunday (11/20/05). I hope you enjoy.

The Pinewood Church

Down in the woods
Sits a little pinewood church.
Its boards are stained with age
And its tin roof has rusted through time.

The doors have no locks
And push open with ease
To find six oak pews
And a piano inside.

It’s quite a surprise
That the piano’s in tune.
Since the old church
Sits idle most of the time.

Wait around long enough to see
the sun hide behind the trees and
There’s a little old couple that make their way
down to the worn church steps.

Once inside, she finds her place
On the little piano bench.
There she plays the good old hymns
then a few tears fall from her cheeks.

When the music fades, the gentleman
Takes his cane and walks to the stand.
There he preaches Psalm twenty-three
Then shares a prayer and he’s through.

For a moment, the old church seemed full,
But without a pause, they meet in the aisle.
Without a word, they turn to leave,
And walk back through the open doors.

With the church almost out of sight,
The old man turns around and looks back
At the old pinewood church and says,
“The three of us sure did have church today.”

2005 Mark Edward Leslie June 16, 2005