Hymnals hang idle
on the back of the pew
replaced by words
on a screen.
Words without music.
Unknown melody slurred.
Hymnals hang idle,
their music not played.
Inspirational stories unheard.
The following is an excerpt from a longer poem entitled "Worship;
Racks with unused hymnals,
silent reminders of the inspired
utterances of saintly poets.
Sometimes we sing one or two,
rarely stopping for a breath between them
so we can chant some over used chorus
several times while craning our necks
to see the words displayed high above
on a drop down screen.
No music to follow. Just some bouncy tune
that we should know because we
hear it so often.
It makes me want to bunny hop down the aisle.
I squirm and hope that the song service ends soon.