Mrs. Jackson and the Congregation

Sunlight lit Mrs Jackson's face
as she began to tell her story.
Amidst rows of pews, and brilliant hues
of streaming stained glass glory.
The congregation passed the plate
as Huldah testified.
I wondered where she found her faith
since Mr. Jackson died.
She'd turned to the Bible and found her comfort there.
Her son turned to the bottle and pretended not to care.
And as she spoke of faith and hope
to the restless congregation.
A line formed at the altar barring provacation.
even the irascible Mr.Maddy
knelt down on bended knee.
He thanked the lord for his Becca
and loving family.
God in his amazing glory was in our church that day.
He used a future angel to to show us all the way.