Words in Church

The youngster didn’t talk too much,
And when he did, his words were such
That few were clearly understood
Although he did the best he could.

He had an illness since his birth
So when he spoke, for all it’s worth,
Just gibber-gabber sounds came out
In whispers, verses, or a shout.

He came with us to church one day,
A silent, solemn place to pray,
We asked of God to hear our plea-
Provide the words to set him free!

Our grandson wiggled in the pew
And hugged the only friend he knew-
A ten inch doll in western wear
With plastic hat, and boots, and hair.

We prayed throughout the intro rite
And Liturgy of Word despite
The weight which bears upon poor hearts
That pray before all hope departs.

The church was silent, all were mum,
The pastor at the podium
With contemplative countenance
Gave pause, our grandson took his chance:

Then, “Howdy, Partner”, Woody said,
Our grandson smiled and we turned red,
The pastor said, “Well, howdy”, too,
Some words in church will always do!

Rich Tassinari 8/2/16