The New Organist
She entered the dark church,
anxious – to practise the organ.
In the far corner a still small light
flickered – fragile, but reassuring
Presence –
a point that filled the whole
place; a focus to feel safe
as she felt for the main switch.
A sign of Christ alive in the dark.
Token of his risen Presence.
Whenever she came she felt assured
alone to enter dark holy space.
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