 January/February 2001 (XXXIX 1) |
Breathes there a Friend with spine so dead
Who never to the Lord has said
"With all my soul I worship thee
But on this bench's misery
My faith is seeping out of me."?
At Gatherings, at Pendle Hill,
At Monthly Meeting's slow grinding mill
Am I the only one in pain,
The issues lost in my back strain?
Forgive me, Friends, my body's wear.
Allow me, please, my rocking chair.
I am now a member of a Meeting with user-friendly benches, but at my previous Meeting I kept my folding rocking chair right in back of the last bench.
Nancy M. Darling
Moorestown Meeting (NJ)
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