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January's Sunday Morn
Darkness is the only thing
a shaded window presents.
Penetrating chills and vaporized breath
are things she resents.
Arthritic, gloved, fingers
grip a cold steering wheel;
she drives east: meeting dawn
magnificently solemn, yet, somehow, lonesome still.
Having ridden nearly an hour,
she arrives at a heavy door.
Trustingly, she finds the key,
as she has many Sundays before.
Stained glass gleams.
Martyrs, saints and angels smile,
or, at least, so it seems.
There, before nobody,
a muted, but, vibrant organ,
and her fervent prayer, ascends.
One by one
parishioners file in
unaware of the passion
richly, residing, there-in.
Soon there is procession
and Father walks through, a song.
Blessing and forgiving us
for sins and of any wrong.
Melody greets thanksgiving
while celebrating our holy meal;
a robust song of recessing attacks
daily grinds, so real.
Soon, the building empties,
silence, again, takes reign.
Cherubs, and Seraphs, thank her.
She locks the door again.
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