A Quiet Place
As a young child I found, school noisy and unfriendly. On my lunch time I would take a walk, going to the nearby church. I would slip in the back door, then slide into a long pew. The dimly lit alter spoke to me, yet there were no words. As I thought and prayed, peace would come over me like a warm blanket. A quiet place, I had found.
Date Written: 7/16/2022
Note: True Story
7 Place
A Quiet Place Contest Judged: 7/20/2022
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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