He was older and distinguished.
Formerly a company president.
Since his wife passed away
At church, he liked to frequent.
Even though he was wealthy
He came to church on Saturday.
To help clean and mop the floors.
Dust the song books, all for no pay.
For that matter, his donations
Were incredibly bighearted.
But his identity he never exposed.
With that he was guarded.
He wanted to be known
For whom he was as a man.
Not the money he had.
At least that was his plan.
On Sunday he sat in the front row.
All of the congregation
Wore fine suits and dresses.
Most were of pretty high station.
This Sunday a homeless woman
Asked to sit in the front row.
The usher told her, "The seats are full."
She needed to go.
The bighearted man
Gave up his seat to her
And then quietly exited.
Without making a stir.
He went down to the park
Sat on bench by the fountain.
He was silently reading his bible
About Moses on the mountain.
When an old man came up
Who was still in his night clothes.
He said, "I would like to join you
If you wouldn't oppose.
Maybe we could read the bible
And then say a prayer for my wife.
She isn't doing so good.
She's nearing the end of her life."
The benevolent man in the fine suit
Replied without further ado.
"There will always be enough room
Here in this church for you."
With that "The Church in the Park"
Was created that day.
Without exception,
No one was ever turned away.
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A Collection of Some of My Favorite Poems, Volume 7, Written by Dan Turner
PoetryThe poems in this collection were written in the winter of 2021-2022. They span a number of topics from Christmas and politics, to just things I thought about on the long cold winter nights in northeastern Nevada. The first poem in this series iro...
