Who lives within the house of God,
As we all want to do?
I help out with the tasks and chores
When I’m not home, and you?
An Autumn day, a Saturday, we had a lot to do,
- Repair the Gutters,
- Clean the Shutters,
- And Then Another Thing, or Two
Ol’ Garrett took me through the nave,
That welcoming enclosed enclave,
Where in the rear, last behind pews,
Two ladders lay, one old, one new
“Take that end, we’ll carry this out through the narthex,
The longer one, the aluminum frame,“
Only was ‘The Longer One’ its name
Standing the Longer One’s feet on the ground,
We set it high with a clanking sound
“You take this roofer’s tape, climb up there, and patch the gutters,
I”ll go and get a start on the shutters,”
I objected -
“If I’m going up there, you’re staying here and blocking the base,”
I told him, “Feet on the base, you’re my safety”
When we got to the shutters, by shutters,
He meant outside the air conditioner in the office window,
This time, Ol’ Garrett, climbing up almost four feet,
Boldly, bravely, took the risk,
Where, instead of taking the A/C out of the window before winter,
He proceeded to wrap it with a tarp,
Secured with looping bungee cords
“There’s one more thing to do,” he pointed
To a corner where under the eave
Was a hid mass of twigs and grass,
“They’ve been in there for years, you get to clean them out”
I climbed up to that messy nest,
Wherein coo pigeon roost at rest,
I tried to get a grip on how
Could I remove her? Was this really for the best…?
She gazed at me with dewy eyes,
Of onyx glass, bore no surprise,
She sat there pure, was nothing wrong,,
Just as if she’s where she belonged
I climbed down,
“I can’t do it,”
“That’s ok, we’re told what we’re ‘sposed to do,
But never reasons why,
Let’s leave her for another year,
It’s good enough we tried”
Who lives within the house of God
As we all want to do?
I help out with the tasks and chores
When I’m not home, and you?
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