Someday – It Will Be Sunday
Alexandra Akinchina
i remember sitting in the church i passed by every day to work.
How odd and ironic? i thought.
That a church stands in the middle of
greed and riches.
a beacon of belonging
in the middle of blockades.
and i - on Madison -
momentarily broken,
praising God’s gift
because i can’t believe my eyes.
and i opened the book
to the only hymn i knew:
“Jesus loves me, this I know,
for the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong;
they are weak, but He is strong.”