The Old Church

The Old Church


Holy presence in this place

No candles lighted

No one present…what a waste

The car enters the church parking lot. Few cars are there. It is Monday morning. Felt the need to pray. I walk into the sacred sanctuary. I can feel the Holy Spirit join me after candle flame sparks. Kneeling at the alter and praying my list of needs. As I begin rising, The Lord asks through His Spirit, “What about Me?


         I pray through my falling tears

                As shame surrounds

    Who prays for God…the old church?


(Sandwich haibun)

Susans Soul…

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