Canterbury Cathedral

Another place I visited

Walking slowly down the aisle

I glance up at the pew

Where the preacher stands

Glaring down at all the tourists

Taking pictures of the mesmorizing columns

Ignoring where the old but wise man

Would say

"Please can I have a moment of your time

To do what this church was built for...

Prayer.

Now can we be still as I say a prayer."

He said it as if he has said it a million times

But no one stopped walking or talking

I put down my backpack and sat on a aisle seat

Silently, bowing my head out of respect

Though the motion of tourists never deased

He pressed on through his prayer

Before ending, he asked us to say the Lord's Prayer

In our native tongue

I slowly mumbled on the words

Then fell silent

For I only knew part of the prayer

I swallowed hard and felt my face go red

A sting of guilt crossed over me

I felt shame of not knowing these words

Words of a simple, but strong prayer

I sat in a House of God, a House of Prayer

Ashamed of what I was

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[afifa malik]

hmmmm.....a blessing dear ! that among d group u hav d heart of flesh!!!!
simply expressive style!!!!
^.^