Sunday, June 9, 2024

SUNDAY POEMS ACROSTIC #3

 



STUDENT IN THE PEWS


Silently amid the congregation, 

   savor every word, I must!

Tucked I am among sagacious giants, 

   gleaning from the wise and just

Underneath the shade of wisdom's shadow, 

   reaping lessons in repose

Downward falls the tender trickling teachings, 

   much in spite of my depose



Everyone around me like a river, 

   feeds my roots now deeply grown

No one asking for a pound or penny 

   for the precious seed they've sown

Thoughtfully they tend these chutes and buddings, 

   never knowing if I've bloomed

In this fertile living soil growing 

   fruits of wisdom I've consumed



Nurture now for time is short and fleeting, 

   one day I'll be moving on

Time ticks on that universal treasure, 

   only lost and can't be won

Here amid this holy congregation, 

   I will take their torch in hand

Ensign burning bright with faith-filled stories 

   guides me through new paths unplanned



Putting all my faith in God who giveth, 

   trusting much like those who taught

Each inspired pray-filled talk or lesson, 

   theirs will never be for naught

Woe to such who let the Word lay idle 

   on the shelf and gather dust

Student in the pews among the giants, 

   savor every word. You must!


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SUNDAY POEMS ACROSTIC #3

  STUDENT IN THE PEWS Silently amid the congregation,     savor every word, I must! Tucked I am among sagacious giants,     gleaning from th...