A Prayer

White stucco walls and a simple cross

reach to the sky blue, threads of cloud.

A little church on a hill, a solid wooden door,

closed and locked.

Pray outside today, if you must.

A shingled track leads the way,

past towering pines, plains views.

The people of the valley fall to their knees

on buttoned cloth, reach for salvation

among the angled high beams; seek

to cleanse their minds of clutter and fear.

A man of the cloth raises his hands,

to test the power of prayer

2 thoughts on “A Prayer”

  1. Hi John. Loved the closed door in the midst of that great view, and the human reaching among those ‘high angled beams’ of whatever religion it might be for their salvation.

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