God's HouseA Poem by Kelly ScheppersGod’s House some
things from the past live
in memory forever, like
classic Chevrolets and
old churches. i
came upon an old church while
living in California its
windows were boarded up fissures
could be seen in the walls and
its foundation wildflowers
and leaves littered
the path to the concrete steps but
it was the steeple that
gave affirmation to
the antiquity that stood before me, that
this was once God’s house where
every Sunday a
congregation would meet with
rosaries in hand where
a pipe organ could be heard playing
hymns of salvation, giving
praise to the Lord. there
i stood with my Starbuck’s in hand on
the very ground it was built, in 1897 now
in severe decay awaiting demolition, it
was a pale configuration of
what used to be. where
a congregation would meet every
Sunday “…in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy
Spirit…” where
a steeple on high gave
firm affirmation that
this was God’s house. © 2023 Kelly ScheppersReviews
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Added on October 14, 2023Last Updated on October 14, 2023 AuthorKelly ScheppersSan Diego, CAAboutI was never a pearl kind of girl... always wore jeans with holes in the knees. more..Writing
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