We are nervous for always meeting now
with not much more soothing music, we try
to fill the awkward moment that comes
with age, find something perfect to say,
how we struggle in this time for the right words,
youth’s tongue grown embarrassed, sitting unsure
of what must follow, that long pause . . .
when love slips in quietly among the pews,
for she will sit with us still, as always
attentive to our worries, needs, always
looking with us here and up,
for me, watchful, hopeful for all
so that we are comforted as long
as the time we will be here . . .
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Today’s word is
awkward
Use it to inspire a piece of writing and then post that piece as a comment below. I’d love to read it : )
