It Is Well With My Soul

Prairie Writers Guild - NW Indiana

Every Sunday we see them
walking down the aisle
bent and hobbled.
An elderly man leads
a wizened old woman.
“Here I am, Lord, if you need me,”

Tottering along behind,
the gray-haired son, head down,
slouched, uneven gait, slightly rumpled.
“It is well with my soul.”

They enter the pew, bow their heads in prayer.
The son rocks to-and-fro in a steady rhythm
throughout Mass.
“As the Father has loved me so I have loved you.”

Mass over, the family files out of the pew,
out of church, silent, they speak to no one
as the choir sings,
“’I love you, you are Mine’, says the Lord.”


Poetry above by Pat Kopanda, photography below by Frank Hubeny.

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Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

13 thoughts on “It Is Well With My Soul”

  1. Interesting as i sway to the Music and even
    the Meditative Rhythm as the Ritual the Priest in Mass
    Vibrates at HiS own Rate iN Frequencies oF LiGHT whenever
    The Choir Sings YOU as someone who doesn’t seem to longer
    exist Loves YOU i always feel like i am Loving everyone in the
    Congregation
    as YOU as isn’t it
    already obvious i love me
    for what is left to do but Love YOU..
    hmm.. when i take stuff like That Literally it feels so Good..:)

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