Old Church Pews

Old Church Pews

By Larry Linville

For many years they’ve filled a church

on a long winding country road

where people sat every Sunday

as God’s special word was bestowed.

They were crudely built with lumber

members sawed at the local mill.

They had no cushions to sit on

but they were made with special skill.

Even though uncomfortable

old men could still go to sleep

while the preacher preached his sermon

and sometimes the women would weep.

They held many grieving people

while obituaries were read

to people seeking God’s comfort

as together their tears were shed.

Flowers and candles were fastened

with white ribbons at each row’s end

when young couples were married

in the presence of every friend.

Beneath each pew was dried up gum

especially where the young folks sat

in a couple of rows at the back

and laughed at a woman’s new hat.

Now they stand proudly year after year

with dust where you can write you name.

They miss those who once worshipped there

knowing they have no need of shame.

They did their task so very well

and complaining is not their style.

They treasure all their memories

and if you look you’ll see them smile.

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