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A small church
long past its birth
stained windows,
stained ceilings,
dark stain on the pews
dark runners on the floor
peeling paint, a bell cord,
to herald the morning.

Loving welcome,
warm heart-felt greetings
hugs from no longer strangers
in the hurried change
from new arrivals
to guests that feel
a deep sense of belonging
in the small church.

August 21, 2007 13:19

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