Only that we haven't yet met
Raindrops on the settled surface
Sideways shadow of standing water wheel
Prayer gives her a certainty
So much is clear from her poise
As she straightens herself from kneeling
Moves from the pew towards the exit doorway
Something here is close to approaching silence
Shafts gathered of sunlit stained-glass light
Footsteps are taken with reverence
I am driven to quietly write
Always this place calms me, slows me for a purpose
He holds out his palms, peacefully offers what he can
The river flows outside, it may be explained by geologists
Gardens, where herbs grow, may be explained by horticulturalists
But this time on earth
To sit in silence for awhile
Who ought, or might take credit
For my indulgence, for my happiness
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