Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COMMUNION, by IDA LEE ECHOLS First Line: The organ played a well-remembered strain Last Line: With god in peace, and felt at home. Subject(s): Eucharist; Communion | ||||||||
The organ played a well-remembered strain -- I closed my eyes in habitual reverence, And, as I did so, the present was no more; I was transported miles away and backward through the years. In front of me were old, familiar faces, As I had seen them many times before Semi-circled in the choir-loft, And in the foreground was the worthy man of God, Whose voice I'd heard so often raised in prayer. My eyes unclosed -- the vision vanished. Resentfully, I saw the faces all were strange. I sat in nostalgic revery for a while, Then, looking closer at the faces around me, I perceived That, though different from my loved ones, yet They were cast in kindred mold, and I communed With God in peace, and felt at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS NO-MORE-FEAR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SURSUM CORDA by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY ON CHURCH COMMUNION by JOHN BYROM HOLY COMMUNION by ADA CAMBRIDGE INTERLUDE by MARJORIE EASTWOOD DUDLEY |
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