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They Said He'D Be Here
They said he’d be here.
I waited
Amid the echoes
Stained glass shadows
Lurking in the apse.
Polished gold and silver
Marble columns and floors
“butt shined” wooden pews
An odor of incense
Amid an emptiness.
They said he’d be here.
An old man smiled
Said: “be patient,
he comes every day”.
A child cried
In its mother’s arms.
She lit a candle.
As I left
I told the old man:
“I don’t think he’s here.”
He smiled again saying;
“maybe it was your turn
to bring him.”
John G. Lawless
©12/14/2022
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John Lawless
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