Chapel
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You were only sitting
about
two or three rows
ahead of me,
but it was still
close enough
for me to tell
I stumbled upon a chapel last night Inside was a man with a mirrored face gesturing for me to enter He does not speak but continues to motion and reflect my demeanour
The Lord gave me a heart for the hurting
Allowed me to enjoy opportunities of which I wasn’t always deserving
Endowed me with the power of spiritual discernment
Enabled confidence to generate a lyrical disturbance
A whispering breeze rolls through
a quiet neighbourhood.
A chord giggles from the rooftops
of a busy downtown.
All is gone...
All is vacant...
With nothing but a Blank canvas
left to paint.
