Quiet Church
By Caleigh Frayne
I slip into the dark, quiet
cave-like,
tomb-like,
womb-like
back of the church.
The near-noon sun
peeps around the leaded glass.
I look around
at the statues
the peaceful faces.
I inhale
the peace.
Why can’t I feel this serenity
when others participate?
The only time
it feels as though
we live the power
of prayer is when
the building is empty.
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