Charter Oak Church

he in his elegant black sits in the corner will he touch... tread.. lightly between the rows of the american gothic families their drawn out figures seem to fasten throughout the lengthy periods of the santuaries silence. that same silence forged in the dusty seminaries of luthern chapels keeps him sitting so very still with folded hands and a hymnal upon his knee. will he stoop.. pray... recall the years. or count the pews that seem to separate him from the rest of the flock. now the interpretation of saints and sinners dreams shines through the stained glass window to his right. perhaps someone should give him some bread half to remember and half to forget.