A Quiet Conversation In Church

[edsiejka]

A Quiet Conversation In Church


by Edmund Siejka

Someone behind me stifled a cough
Turning around, the stranger nodded back
In the dim light
I made out a determined jaw
Felt thick fingers holding on to the back of my pew
I’ve been coming here for years he said
During weekday afternoons
When the Church is empty.

I pray in the quiet
And find peacefulness
That never stops.
From it I get strength, a resolve to go on.

Pausing he asked I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here?
I answered as best I could
I pass by here every day
And I thought it was time for me to come in.

He answered
Yes, strength and resolve are important.
But they come from the inside. No one gives them to you.
I had some issues but I knew I couldn’t hide in a bottle
And so, I came back to the Church on my own terms.

Still in the shadows
He whispered
I’m a veteran
The government will give vets pills to help them forget their problems.
The Church?
They try in their own way and when you die, they’ll say a prayer over you
But your family is the only one you can rightfully turn to for help.

I told the stranger
We were new to the City
That was so crowded and expensive.

We parted but not before he said
When you find someone
Open your heart and trust them.

Outside, my eyes squinted
In the suddenness of sunlight
Signs of Spring
Were everywhere
My cell phone rang
Her excited voice telling me that she got the job
She always wanted
Finally, things were going her way
I told her
We’ll celebrate
Go to the place you always wanted to go
In her breathless voice she answered
It’s so expensive
What else is new I replied
We’re going because this is special
Because you didn’t give up
You made it happen.

And then I realized the old man was right.

[judih]

beautiful piece, Edmund

[edsiejka]

Hi Judih

Thanks for your support all these years!!!

[Doreen Peri]

Truth in poetry! Welcome back, Ed!

[mnaz]

Yes.

[mtmynd]

Well said...

Silence can be a precious gift...

[saw]

intriguing story...