Church TownA Poem by J.L. McGraelNo, I am not a driving prayer sayer. Though I like the reverence it endears Onto a journey, I am not one for journeying. No matter how reverent the drive. My bed Is just as lonely as And far more comfortable than The road. And I know that I am not the only one Who stays in this comfort. For what is left here, When God has driven away those Who say driving prayers, Is a church town Filled with staying prayer sayers. Our voices raised together To deify our staying. So when the dark comes, I can sleep, In reverence, In the bed where I've slept my entire life, And my neighbors won't think any less of me.
© 2012 J.L. McGraelAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 30, 2012 Last Updated on December 30, 2012 Tags: church town, poetry, reverence, j.l. mcgrael, john, mcgrael AuthorJ.L. McGraelAtlanta, GAAboutI am a Mechanical Engineering student at Georgia Tech. I studied English/Creative Writing for my first few years of college, but have since decided to follow a mathematical career path. I learned t.. more..Writing
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