WHY – BECAUSE

I called at St. Mary’s the other fine day

It was my intention to just sit and pray.

I walked up the ramp and thro’ the glass doors,

A candle I lit, head down, a slight pause.

A change from my own church, I wondered - just why -

I’d arrived at this place, and then with a sigh, the truth

Came down to me out of the blue, my footsteps were

Guided by God, and I knew He wanted me here, for He knew

The peace and contentment I often sought out was here

Among friends I knew not about. I sat in a pew by myself

For a while. (Roger shook hands, with his usual smile).

As I tended my prayers the usual thing was to think of my

Darling as I turned my gold ring, eight wonderful years.

Boy did we live. Six times to Paris, holding hands – kissing –

Just like kids. My memories flood back, with a cry and a

Sigh, prompting me, asking, ‘Why Lord, why have You stood

By me and showed me the way?’ Three times a week I’m

Blessed with a time, of contentment, peace, and wonder

Sublime. These are the moments right after communion

I return to my seat, head bent, eyes closed and joy at

The union of the good Lord and I. It’s then that I know the answer

To the question of ‘Why’. He gives me the moments. I know

Right away that He loves and protects me and right

Thro’ this day, He’ll watch and He’ll guide me.

What more can I say?

I talk to my darling many times of the day.

Night times are peaceful with prayers said. My way.

And looking back fondly to the fun days we had

And the trips that we made. So I’m happy not sad.

When I leave this good earth

What a meeting there’ll be

My Darling – The Good Lord – and Me.

By Edward Holdsworth