. . . Long ago, Long ago
Long ago this was a great house of worship
Men came from far and wide
To hear powerful leaders speak of God
. . . Today, Today
Today I am old and only my bones remain
The grass, the flowers, the trees worship here now
Fox, and mice, and birds all congregate
. . . Now, Now
Now sermons are the gentle whispers of wind and rain
Mice lead with tiny voiced prayers
Wrens lead a choir of sparrows and finches
. . . Prayer, Prayer’s
No more the loud prayers for men’s pride
Now there is a gentle offering of gratitude and
The Creator’s voice, the world’s hope, and the prayer for another day
Ruth Jewell, ©March 9, 2020
Photo: The Guardian of the Woods, March 3, 2020
A Quiet Walk 