Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
And an Orchard, for a Dome –
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –
I, just wear my Wings –
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton – sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –
I’m going, all along.
The spouseman. The daughter. The dad. Me. A condo in Grayton Beach, and wind, ocean, and, occasionally, a bit of sun. The second Sunday in Easter and a quick time of sabbath for the fam…