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The Visit
Silently the young child enters the church
It is dark
It is quiet
And just a little frightening
Slowly
As his eyes adjust to the light
Objects begin to take shape
A statue
A side chapel
Windows full of color
Telling beautiful stories of love.
More statues.
An enormous crucifix. . .
But they are not why he has come.
He continues searching with his eyes
Until he finds it
Behind the altar
There is what he has come to see
Jesus' house
All of gold
So beautiful, yet so lonely
He knew people didn't visit much
Making Jesus sad
That was why he'd come
He didn't have anything to say
He didn't know how to pray
He had just come to be. . .
With Jesus
Just for awhile
And inside His house of precious gold
Jesus smiled.
© Marlicia Fernandez Revision 2/09/06
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Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment on this. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
That is just how I used to feel in church
What a beautiful poem, Marlicia! Thanks for sharing the importance of just being with Jesus.
Very nice!