Seated next to each other in the third
pew from the front, the aging couple wear
clean but worn clothing, maybe their best; he with
thin, wispy silver hair, she with lots of white hair bunned
on top, with stray tendrils around her neck; he bent with age, a
folded walker in easy reach, she making sure he’s okay now and then
honoring their God at a Monday evening gospel meeting with a small town church.