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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Call From On High</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come into the Church, the Vicar said, <br>Otherwise you'll be standing in the flowerbed, <br>Because outside, there really is no space, <br>It's filled seemingly by the 'whole human race', <br>So into the Church I made my way, <br>To sit, to sing and maybe to pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The organ was playing loud and clear, <br>The volume well up, so easy to hear, <br>With the choir rendering a psalm or two, <br>I made my way into a pew, <br>And knelt in reverence as one should, <br>Feeling infinitely good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I knelt there all alone, <br>A sudden noise, or should I say tone, <br>Came to my ear, a sound well known, <br>Dear Lord, it was my mobile phone.<br>I felt my body start to freeze, <br>Kneeling there upon my knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I switched it off with rapid speed, <br>Picked up a hymn book and began to read, <br>Trying to ignore the stares, <br>And even more than that, the glares, <br>Which penetrated my poor back, <br>Like I'd encountered a shower of flak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I edged my way along the seat, <br>Hoping to make my escape complete, <br>But suddenly the pew was brimming over, <br>With aliens from another nova, <br>Who didn't seem to see my plight, <br>And that now I was turning rather white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had to sit the whole service through, <br>Well you see, what else could I do, <br>Stuck up against an embroidered banner, <br>Dedicated to someone called Hannah, <br>Who passed away in 1907, <br>And was guaranteed a place in heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last the Vicar gave his blessing, <br>My urge to leave was very pressing, <br>When were these neighbours going to budge, <br>It was very hard for me to judge <br>If they would join the growing queue, <br>To wish the Vicar 'fond adieu'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the time that they had all moved out, <br>I realised without a doubt, <br>That I was the very last one to stand, <br>And to have to shake the Vicar's hand, <br>Who asked me if my 'call' had come from 'on high', <br>Have you ever felt you wanted to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried to laugh it off as best I could, <br>'You'll come again'? he asked, I said I would, <br>But without my mobile next time, I think, <br>He smiled at me and gave a 'wink', <br>Actually I liked him, he was pretty okay, <br>So, Yes, I'll go there another day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ernestine+Northover">Ernestine Northover</a><div class=q>
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Otherwise you'll be standing in the flowerbed, 
Because outside, there really is no space, 
It's filled seemingly by the 'whole human race', 
So into the Church I made my way, 
To sit, to sing and maybe to pr..."></div>
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