Church Pew Tears

In the pew in front of me
Stood a women in green
Her shoulders protruded
Her body appeared weak
She stood with a twisted spine
One let out in front, too long
I could feel the pain in her bones
Her eyes sunk in with red outlines
Reaching for one another’s hands
“God’s peace.”
Her boney fingers gripped mine
During the sermon, tears ran
She dabbed her face with a tissue
Her neck crooked, to see the pastor
I felt her wary soul seeking faith

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

 

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