Treasured Relic
“As long as it stands with four walls and a door, a church will remain a refuge”
Treasured Relic
I stroll upon the sandy path along the ocean side
And come upon a little church, well worn by time and tide.
Walking up the wooden steps, I open unlocked door.
Aware I am trespassing I continue to explore.
Fresh flowers at the altar and I soon come to realize,
This church is not abandoned. I was too quick to surmise.
Light through the stained glass windows is reflected on the walls,
As if lighting them for guidance of the choir to their stalls.
And then I hear them singing, notes still hang upon the air
From the last hymn they had offered to parishioners gathered there.
I turn as the church door opens and a small figure appears.
It is not a ghost or phantom, I see plainly as she nears.
She is a white haired lady with a smile upon her face.
I stumble quickly backward but she does not slow her pace.
I stammer an apology for my bold intrusion there.
She says, "You need not worry you are always welcome here.
It is kept for wayside travelers who might need a place to pray
And a refuge from the weather should one need a place to stay.
We still hold Sunday services when vacation folks are here.
Stay as long as you would like to stay. You’re welcome, never fear."
With a smile she turns and leaves me and I linger for an hour.
As I pray I feel His presence and His everlasting power.
Then gathering my coat and hat, I walk back to my parked car,
Knowing I have found a refuge after traveling afar.
By: Joyce Johnson 9/23/11
for Constance-My Dear Heart’s contest “A Church By the Ocean” Place no. 2
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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