- Grandma's Pew
As the swell of emotion moved up from my heart,
while my fingers were shaking, I lifted the book.
The familiar notes pulled like a string through my soul,
and the hymnal was blurred as I ventured to look.
All the voices around me had started to sing
the doxology, sweeter than ever before.
And this little white church, where I sat as a youth
near my grandmother, settled around me once more.
As the hymnal was closing, my longing thoughts grew;
I remembered my family, those dear-ones, again,
and I thought I saw grandma on heaven’s long pew
while we sang that doxology once more. Amen.
