ďGo straight this way, then right, then left.Ē
Long corridors seemed to lead to nowhere.
The quest ended with a 3x5 sign.
Rows of chairs confirmed success.
Two steel doors broke-up four block walls.
Spotless gray tile floors were void of footprints.
Disinfectant was inhaled with each breathe.
Fluorescent lights penetrated the mindís eye.
Emotionless faces entered the sterile room.
There was an endless sea of white.
I was uncomfortable, out-of-place.
It isnít my ideal Sunday night date.
What purpose would my presence serve?
I didnít want to go.
My parents insisted.
Their beliefs directly affected me.
Books distributed; I took my place.
Off-key notes pounded without tempo.
Emotionless faces roused to life.
Recognition, memories stirred.
Left abandoned for many years.
Facts and faces no longer recalled.
Then something awakened the lost.
Suddenly, they remembered.
Spectators became participants.
Lips parted, words spilled forth.
Gradually, volume increased.
Some were on key, others, not.
Why the impulsive signs of life?
Was it the music?
When radios blared, they sat dazed.
The piano solo did not faze.
Our presence, knocked on the door.
Leading hymns, welcomed entrance.
Senior saints, deeply stirred.
Corporate worship filled a void.
As they sang, unity evolved.
Healing flowed through hearts and souls.
Relief senior institutions couldnít provide.
Perhaps why my parents sent me?
They understood the power of praise.
Young and old, reached heaven from earth.
We each blessed the other.
As God we lifted-up, honored, and obeyed.
Within the Old-age Home walls.
Wheelchairs could not contain.
As a youth, what I learned of worship.
Strength came with each refrain.
© October 11, 2007
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