Just In Case
Sitting in the pew
I see dust floating past me
On the ancient floor
The stained glass is bold
Modern cement walls are stark
A bridge to the past
The organ music
Ranging wide through centuries
Bleak Disharmony
I try to enjoy
Feeling a bit out of tune
Reverently waiting
The mid-day sun shines
On the quiet audience
Waiting for applause
The final end comes
Human voices returning
Exhaling their sighs
Chairs legs are shrieking
People are milling about
Looking up and down
The box is in view
Money needed for time spent
Obligation reigns
"Time for a coffee?"
Quickly, we find the sign post
Leading us away
Modern tapestry
Still deftly woven in France
Overpowering
We stand still and wait
Not knowing which way to go
The light draws us in
There in the center
Sits a modern Cardinal
Homeless, calm, asleep
I try not to stare
He seems at peace in that chair
As though he lives there
Steadying ourselves
We find our way to the cafe
Sipping sacred cups
We find the way out
Lighting a candle for Dad
Just in case it helps
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2010
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