The Hymns They Know by Heart
Nov 28 2023
From my seat
at the back of the sanctuary
I look out over the heads
that still have hair
and see mostly grey.
The faithful have aged,
while their sons and daughters
who need to catch up on sleep
or sleep it off;
who stopped believing,
or questioned God
and never heard Him answer,
don't bother to attend.
After all, kids keep them busy.
They are spiritual, not religious.
They reject the teachings
as hypocritical
and misogynistic.
The pews are mostly empty
as more and more go missing
from month to month.
The congregation
sings thinly
the hymns they know by heart;
weak voices
bad lungs.
But even here, there are few true believers.
Most of them
come for the company,
the friendly chat
over tepid coffee and stale cake
that follows the formalities.
And in a headlong world
of bewildering change
the ritual is a comfort,
Sunday after Sunday
anchoring the week.
Privately, they may think about meaning
justice
an afterlife,
but no one's debating
the fine points of theology.
They talk as they've always done;
grandkids
and innocent gossip,
doctor visits
and winter holidays.
Sports, of course
and sometimes even politics;
but watchfully
because no one wants a fight.
The young people
who will live forever
and are busy with important lives
put in appearances
on Easter and Christmas.
For weddings and christenings.
And to pay their respects
at the funerals and wakes.
That seem to come
more frequently these days.
Death, the great leveller
for both the pious and profane
as well as the unsure.
When even atheists go to church.
Following along
by holding the prayer book and mouthing the words
a little after they're said,
but surprised to find
they're singing the songs
and know the hymns by heart.
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