Creative Work


Michelle Price

I peek up over the harsh wooden pew with the cross.
Suits, ties, and dresses convey respect.
I feel serious and straighten up.
This event demands reverence.
Steadily, I turn my head to look at her
with her lovely dark hair and little child’s smile.
Her eyes sparkle, and she sings “Blessed Assurance.”
I’m sure she means every word.
My jelly shoes slip off, unnoticed.
No one sees my bare feet because I’m tiny,
peeking out at everyone.
She takes notes and doodles.
Suddenly, I feel a little tickle.
She giggles and points to my big toe.
A penned smiley face stares up at me.
Her take on the cross:
Loving others,
communing with joy.
The starched suits remain serious
on the wooden pew with the cross.
I learned to love Jesus from her.


—from devozine (May/June 2014). Copyright © 2014 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

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