At Service

Awaiting Calvary’s cavalry

I sat in a Catholic church

To make the waiting longer

The bishop was lost in a lurch

The choir sang a couple of hymns

To help us pass the time

I sat there, mute and unfamiliar

With the melody and rhyme

I was, however, familiar

With all the ups and downs

With all the genuflecting done

For those in priestly gowns

I’d witnessed the loud chanting

Their call-outs and replies

All their rites and rituals

To me was no surprise

I tend to look right down my nose

At such religious views

And think my way is superior

To those kneeling in the pews

But there was one moment

Where I felt my heart swayed

By a man kneeling next to me

As he devoutly prayed

I heard his old voice singing

So softly, yet so clear

His faith shining so purely

It nearly brought a tear

If one should chose a guiding light

To steer their life’s path by

From darkness to a place so bright

Why should I question why?