So still. Nothing quite like it. The dense quiet in an old empty church. The thick stone walls keep the world out. The exquisite colour of stained glass lets it in. Not many come, though the doors are unlocked. Some do. The Italian dad shows his five-year-old the water receptacle for his baby sibling’s baptism. A man does not want to say hello. Maybe his wife died. Maybe he is dying. This is the place to come for things like that. Life and death do not escape its thick stone walls. The teenage girls take photos below the Virgin Mary. They muffle their amusement. It doesn’t matter. Life has the last laugh on us all. And churches catch it. This poem is from Last Laugh (Book 2 of Poem and Prayer Series) which is currently being written. Here is Strange Words (Book 1 of Poem and Prayer Series).
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