The Church

You are my church
I am on my knees for you
Bowing my head
I pray I pray I pray for your peace
I throw coins at your pleas for reconstruction
Your congregation look at me with sympathetic eyes
I make sacrifice after sacrifice 
Because I have faith 

I am your church
You beg for forgiveness 
Knowing my doors are always open
You find comfort and shelter
And repent your sins 
The familiar scent of incense and woodwork that has withstood centuries of turmoil make you feel immortal
But one more tear of wax from the candle
May finally set this shrine ablaze

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Beata Agustin

August 10, 2025 at 11:21 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Stephan McBride

October 23, 2022 at 10:03 AM

You are the temple the Lord wants to abide in , love ya

Katharine L. Sparrow

June 6, 2020 at 5:03 PM

Reverence for an ancient place of worship, the importance of having such a refuge available comes through to me in this piece. The ending is ominous and hopefully will not come to pass, but these days it is not unreasonable to fear it. Nicely done!