Treasured Relic

“As long as it stands with four walls and a door, a church will remain a refuge” Treasured Relic I stroll upon the sandy path along the ocean side And come upon a little church, well worn by time and tide. Walking up the wooden steps, I open unlocked door. Aware I am trespassing I continue to explore. Fresh flowers at the altar and I soon come to realize, This church is not abandoned. I was too quick to surmise. Light through the stained glass windows is reflected on the walls, As if lighting them for guidance of the choir to their stalls. And then I hear them singing, notes still hang upon the air From the last hymn they had offered to parishioners gathered there. I turn as the church door opens and a small figure appears. It is not a ghost or phantom, I see plainly as she nears. She is a white haired lady with a smile upon her face. I stumble quickly backward but she does not slow her pace. I stammer an apology for my bold intrusion there. She says, "You need not worry you are always welcome here. It is kept for wayside travelers who might need a place to pray And a refuge from the weather should one need a place to stay. We still hold Sunday services when vacation folks are here. Stay as long as you would like to stay. You’re welcome, never fear." With a smile she turns and leaves me and I linger for an hour. As I pray I feel His presence and His everlasting power. Then gathering my coat and hat, I walk back to my parked car, Knowing I have found a refuge after traveling afar. By: Joyce Johnson 9/23/11 for Constance-My Dear Heart’s contest “A Church By the Ocean” Place no. 2