At the close of 2017: a Christmas Day poem

                                                              

A REFLECTION FOR THE END OF 2017

(an Octo Sequence)

In Advent, twenty-seventeen,

I’m doing what I love to do

at Ebenezer U. M. C.—

that’s play piano every week 

for worshippers and those who seek.

At Ebenezer U. M. C.,

I’m doing what I love to do

in Advent, twenty-seventeen.

Where needs and talents lie in sync,

I’ve always heard, a mission calls.

The Holy Spirit fingered me,

and I’ve been playing all this year,

selecting service music dear.

The Holy Spirit fingered me;

I’ve always heard a mission calls

where needs and talents lie in sync.

The church is fifteen miles away

with many curves and valleys, hills.

(My trusty Taurus runs just fine.)

At eighty-one, still sound of mind,

––my genes and angels have been kind––

 My trusty Taurus runs just fine

through many curves and valleys, hills.

(The church is fifteen miles away.)

As long as health and age allow,

I’d like to keep this music job

because I love the people here.

Unless the winter’s icy, wild

we’ll celebrate the Holy Child.

Because I love the people here,

I’d like to keep this music job

as long as health and age allow.

c 2017, PL