A small church
long past its birth
stained windows,
stained ceilings,
dark stain on the pews
dark runners on the floor
peeling paint, a bell cord,
to herald the morning.
Loving welcome,
warm heart-felt greetings
hugs from no longer strangers
in the hurried change
from new arrivals
to guests that feel
a deep sense of belonging
in the small church.
August 21, 2007 13:19
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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