{"id":237,"date":"2017-03-14T04:03:51","date_gmt":"2017-03-14T04:03:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/?p=237"},"modified":"2018-01-21T17:46:19","modified_gmt":"2018-01-21T17:46:19","slug":"a-little-poem-for-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/?p=237","title":{"rendered":"A Little Poem for Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This poem takes us back to one Sunday in a little Salvation Army Church where we all stood and joined hands to pray. The poem seems to speak of those Christians who hold onto their faith tightly in the moment, only to forget it later in the week.<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Picture<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>These words bring to mind an image of community and faith. When all is good, we stand strong, supporting one another. But when things turn bad we often fall apart and separate. Those are the feelings I have \u201clet out\u201d in this picture.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>A Little Poem for Sunday<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I remember<\/p>\n<p>the passion<\/p>\n<p>of the people at the time<\/p>\n<p>the crisis<\/p>\n<p>the joining of the hands<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the circle<\/p>\n<p>united we will stand<\/p>\n<p>and as the song predicts<\/p>\n<p>divided<\/p>\n<p>we&#8217;ll\u00a0fall<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So now as we all return to float<\/p>\n<p>living on the\u00a0stall<\/p>\n<p>waiting for the world<\/p>\n<p>to call<\/p>\n<p>we pocket all of our courage<\/p>\n<p>courtesies and grace<\/p>\n<p>keeping them close<\/p>\n<p>until somebody needs an\u00a0ace<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>then we&#8217;ll play them all<\/p>\n<p>balls to the wall<\/p>\n<p>go for broke<\/p>\n<p>be a winner\u00a0after all<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In God we trust<\/p>\n<p>when it is handy or close<\/p>\n<p>but from a distance<\/p>\n<p>is just a remnant of a ghost<\/p>\n<p>When the night comes calling<\/p>\n<p>and we wish to rest<\/p>\n<p>what if it&#8217;s His time<\/p>\n<p>to stall, to forget<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the circle<\/p>\n<p>united we will stand<\/p>\n<p>and as the song predicts<\/p>\n<p>divided<\/p>\n<p>we&#8217;ll\u00a0fall<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Poem By: Jay Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/United-We-Stand-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-239\" src=\"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/United-We-Stand-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"2172\" height=\"1750\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/United-We-Stand-1.jpg 2172w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/United-We-Stand-1-300x242.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/United-We-Stand-1-768x619.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/United-We-Stand-1-1024x825.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/United-We-Stand-1-588x474.jpg 588w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 2172px) 100vw, 2172px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>Picture By: Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Sylvia Arthur \u00a9<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Poem This poem takes us back to one Sunday in a little Salvation Army Church where we all stood and joined hands to pray. 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