January 12, 2007

My Journey to God

Daily Bread

I often pass a small town square
And notice benches waiting there
For those whose days are now too long,
Who’ve done their thing and sung their song;
Who dare not venture from the known—
The well-worn path from bench to home—
Where passersby can entertain
An oldster leaning on a cane
And listen to the thrice-told tales
Of youth that was and still prevails;
Where birds can beg a crumb each day
From hands arthritic, veined and gray
Till shadows warn the wary eye
That, for today, best say goodbye
And hope tomorrow holds its share
Of benches, birds and folks who care.

By Dorothy M. Colgan

(Dorothy M. Colgan is a member of St. Meinrad Parish in St. Meinrad.) †

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