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 Category:  Spiritual Poetry
  Posted: January 20, 2020      Views: 53

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This work has reached the exceptional level
A prose poem.
"The Old Hymnal" by papa55mike

i'm with my wife


through an endless yardsale

she's searching for clothes

i have no desire

in helping her 

with a selfish need 

to fill a closet


across the street

in a tattered yard

smiling beneath a parasol

is a delicate lady

with sultry eyes

in front of her 

a table full of books


my curiosity piques


she smiles 

when i start to look

her books are hymnals

from years past

there's one from my youth

it's a hundred years old


"how much?"

"a quarter"

"here's a five"


her delicate smile

fills my heart




at home in my office

i study the ragged cover

childhood memories

fill my mind 

when i open the hymnal


i see


a tiny white church

with no steeple

 it sits beside

on an old gravel road

surrounded by farm trucks

and a wagon or two

the summer heat

bakes us all


but the voices in song

the sound of hymns

drifts through 

the open doors and windows

those songs of love


amazing grace

it is well, with my soul

nothing but the blood

i'd rather have Jesus

blessed assurance

at the cross

how great Thou art


i'm finding my favorites

while skimming the book

remembering the words

of these songs

flowing from my heart

papa smiling at my faith

holding mama's hand

when the Preacher prayed

and my love for God

was growing every day


where are these things in my life



i kneel then lift hands

to heaven


"thank you, Father, i've found You, again"

Faith Poetry Contest contest entry


Author Notes
I wrote this poem in the style of Alchera's prose poems. Whether this is a poem or not, you'll have to decide.

The picture is of an old church between Gibson and Trenton, Tennessee, just off Eldad Baptist Church Road. It has been closed for many years.

Yes, these places do exist!

I was sitting in church yesterday, studying our old hymnals. That's when this idea stormed into my mind.

Many thanks for stopping by to read!
Have a great day, and God bless.
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