Sunday’s Loves

A. J. Casson, Anglican Church at Magnetawan, 1933

A place built by hands not ours –
He powers
these short hours
In which salvation flowers.
Thereafter, we tend the child,
our duty
made but mild
by hope of future fealty.
Now laid to rest, we take hold
of time free,
rare as gold,
When hearts to each other flee.
After domestic relief,
we conceive
Of an eve
With friends for day’s last reprieve.

Though not all of equal form,
each love’s warm
and, held as one, can weather any storm.