Pondering Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

I went to mass today,
I knelt down to pray,
I joined along with everyone.
As the priest gave his sermon.
My mind began to stray,
the seagulls they were crying.
Then I heard the police car siren
Yet the priest spoke loud and clear
While his sermon reaches my ear
It was the story of Zacchaeus, the taxman.
It was a narrative that I knew well
long ago to my children, I would tell.
The priest told his own saga of what he likes to do
He said at night he loves to walk up hills and country roads
to gazes up at the stars as they adorn the sky in loads
it was a thought that left me evaluation
How peaceful it would be but yet it not for me.!
I feel alone and scared to be on my own.
In my cocoon I feel at home, just sitting in my chair
Relaxing and creating handmade pieces to share.
Zacchaeus made a difference as he looks down from the tree
For he had Faith, Hope and charity, a rare commodity.