My Time of Worship Divine
Meeting at your church, we sat side by side.
Our fingers, interlaced, were dancing!
Sometimes you’d pause to trace my palm
in silent adoration.
I worshiped you in turn,
for you touched my soul
with new joy while
the preacher
preached of
love.
For Regina Riddle's "A Special Memory" Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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