Flowers in the Church

I do not like to see flowers in the church.
On Christmas, Easter--
thats different--
But on those regular Sundays
"Ninth Sunday of Ordinary Time,"
they mean death.
Coffins.
Tears, cried on these very pews.
A covered casket and a
touching eulogy.
Hopes, dreams, lives--
broken--
and wayward, awkward sympathies
present themselves in
Bright, lively blossoms.
Fresh-cut roses.
Those flowers in the church.



(c) Kate Finneran 2002





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