Their
heart got shattered to see
d'
dilapidated church, old, broken
needed
piles of work to set it right,
on
Merry Christmas Eve to reopen
The
brand-new pastor and his wife,
for
them, it's their first assignment
to
reopen it in suburban Brooklyn,
and
celebrate the Christmas events
Set
foot early in October, excited
about
their opportunities to prove
truly tough, a go-insane project,
yet wished to be on the move
A
goal, set to finish by Dec 18th,
to
have everything done in time
pews
repair, the roof renovation,
and d' wall plastering and painting
Luckily
did it ahead of d’ schedule
jubilated,
it's about to be finished
but on
d’ 19th of Dec, the tempest,
one driving rainstorm, horribly hit
It continued
for a couple of days,
then
the disaster, seen subsiding
with
a sunk heart the pastor went
round
the church d' next morning
D' roof leaked badly, from d' wall,
fell
off a lofty patch of plaster
d' front wall looked utterly shabby,
the
floor flooded with filthy water
Cleaned
up d' mess on the floor,
knew
not what else to be done
deferred
d' Christmas Eve service,
utterly
upset and headed home
On
the way saw an open market,
second-hand
articles on a trolley
one
of d' items drew his attention
a
crocheted tablecloth looked lovely
Ivory-colored,
with exquisite work,
handmade
and cross embroidered
a
charity sale, of just the right size
the
front wall patch, to be covered
He
thought for a while, bought it,
at
once headed back to the church
couldn't solve d' mess, was in dark,
but
did locate a path with little effort
Windy
weather, it began to snow,
an
older woman missed her bus
the
pastor invited her to d' church,
to
wait there till d' next bus comes
Was on
his job, got a ladder, hangers,
to put
up the cloth as a wall tapestry
hard
to believe, so lovely it looked,
the
oddity masked as if a mystery
D'
woman got up and walked down
d'
center aisle, absolutely startled
where
did you get that tablecloth?
the eagerness her gesture revealed
Please
check d' lower right corner
is
an EBG crocheted into it there?
and
d' initials embroidered in bold,
I
darned it, in Austria, before 35 yrs.
The
pastor narrated how he got it,
so
suitable, so decent a tablecloth
we,
d' well-to-do people in Austria,
had
no fault but faced d' war havoc
D'
Nazis came, and we had to leave,
d' next
wk. to follow, was my husband
but he
got captured, sent to d’ prison,
and then
I haven't seen him once again
Live
on d' east side of Staten Island,
came
for a house cleaning job here
d'
pastor urged her to drive home,
but
she politely declined the offer
At
least do carry your tablecloth,
the
memorable precious belonging
for
d' church, to mend the muddle,
it'll
prove to be d' most suited thing
A
superb show on d' Christmas Eve,
too
pleasing, the church almost full
the
carol tune was great, at d' door
the
pastor couple greeted d' people
A
senior man from d' neighborhood,
sat in one of d' pews, steadily stared
in no frame of mind to leave at all,
he asked
from where it was acquired
He
pointed d' index finger towards
d'
table cloth, hung on d' front wall
yrs. ago my wife hemmed a lovely
one,
it precisely seemed identical
We
lived in Austria before d' war,
leading
a congenial conjugal life
Nazis
invaded, the atrocity began,
to
flee for safety, I forced my wife
Never
saw my wife or home again,
since
then, by now, it's 35 yrs. over
but
just unable to imagine the fact,
d’
artistic pursuits could be so similar
Do
permit me to take you for a ride,
drove
to Staten Island, d' same place
had
taken the lady three days earlier,
and helped
him climb d' flight of steps
On
3rd floor, he knocked on a door,
and d' ajar doors did leniently open
a
catchy meet at a gap of 35 yrs.
incredible
to watch,
a
splendid Christmas reunion
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