Thursday, June 6, 2013

In Church
 
A church is more than a familiar place of worship,
a sanctuary for those seeking peace
or the faithless who seek faith
or the sinners seeking forgiveness.
 
As the sun shines through the stain glass windows,
leaking Jewel-like shadows upon the floor,
secret lovers weave together sweaty fingers, forcing their wandering eyes not to meet.
A child who doesn't know his mother sits patiently as she watches from a pew, forever protecting like a guardian angel.
 
As the priest drones on, his monotone voice echoing off the walls,
an old woman,violet hat pinned neatly atop her head, mourns a lost one.
A young woman, dark eyelashes fluttering, checks the knife tucked into her garter.
 
As the hymn begins, hundreds of voices rising high,
two men in tweed suits whisper, trading political secrets.
A small girl, auburn curls tucked neatly under a cap, dreams of the future,
imagining pyramids of champagne, rustling silks, and golden sunsets.  


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