There was a silence, before the applause
this morning in church, after the fourteen voices,
the lone trumpet, and pianoforte
finished the prayerful hymn,
“Rise Up, O Saints of God”, this holy day,
this All Saints Day, a day to remember those
those that had gone before, that held up
that did the work of the gospel, spreading his
Good news to earlier disciples, whose work is done
who have gone to their reward,
How beautiful was the silence, the hum of the strings
of the piano, the echo of their voices
off the vaulted ceiling,
high above us in the wooden pews
A reverent silence, befitting the hymn,
feeling the words in our chests,
the memory in our hearts
of the saints of our faith
November 5, 2006 16:14
(Raymond A. Foss)
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