Was It God

On a chilly Sunday morning In a land she didn’t belong She walked along an English road To a place of Holy Song She sat in this sacred dwelling Three sisters by her side United together Since their mother died By no means was she religious Still unsure in what she believed The four sisters sat in stillness As they silently grieved The church was modest and quaint Rows of aged solid oak pews Glorious stained glass windows Where the morning sun peeked through As she wept for her mother In Gods peaceful home She was engulfed by a powerful emotion One entirely unknown It was feeling of absolute tranquility A joy so pure and whole Of comfort and abundance That radiated her soul A sense of complete inner peace She didn’t quite understand A warm loving embrace Touched by gentle guiding hands