poetry

key change

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

06 May 2020 — 1 min read

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key change

I grew up singing in church
hymns haunted by harmony
what a fellowship what a joy
ye who are weary come home

those songs taught me that
congregations are contagious
that love is highly infectious
and compassion communicable

singing they say spreads the virus
our deep comfort commandeered
into the forced unison of isolation
who ever heard of a silent lament

that we might gather again and
not sing a song of the saints of God
or sit close or hug or even touch
is a key of life I don’t know how to hear

Peace,
Milton

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