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
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2022
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