To my congregation

Sat with empty faces

In empty pews.

A silent sermon

For the masses

Under my roof they meet,

But never see each other


Each one an island,

They feel me lapping on their shores

So much in common--

Ignored, oblivious to my cause

Their ironic companion


This salty trail I lead them down

One set of footprints on the shore

To take communion.

They never realise

They share this church with others

There is another world outside these solemn walls


An unwanted Father I remain,

I stand besides them all the same

The End

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