Two days later the attendance is equal to or better than
There are six more members for early prayer
I was earliest and started the bended knee
Five did not see me for I scared myself with footsteps
The louder noise than my voice on the floor above
Ended my sanctuary tarry to join members instead before that bathroom space
Who were stewards for the gate and all who enter
I ate my large mango with eagerness
For fear was positioning itself inside of me
My confidence waned with the absence of my pastor
Christian Crossroads stepping up in ways to make the lord proud
We talked more of mango and who loved it best here in our church
Comrades in the delight of this world and things to work against
I had to confess to Carl how I came downstairs from the prayer
He told me what the noises were and reminded me I was safe in the sanctuary
I believed him but could not bring myself to return to prayer
Until the music started and I again could feel
I noticed now that she is away they can see my fear
They try to smile more and help me with the things I argue in solace in the street
It feels good not to bicker and battle the world alone as they leave for their homes
I recognize now how much I internalize and project my thoughts of attack against me
Reflection mirrors revealed of this too must die
All the invisible ways I protected myself in life
These things must break down so more fruitful behaviors and thought
Fill the vast areas of my life that held doom and gloom to create flight
Ways of surviving and escaping with skills of personal deception
Of which without God how could any survive living in the desert of our lives
Yet in the garden of our living we must once again appreciate flowers
Till the soil to reap the benefits of our soul
Singing this little light of mine
Patrice C. Queen
There are six more members for early prayer
I was earliest and started the bended knee
Five did not see me for I scared myself with footsteps
The louder noise than my voice on the floor above
Ended my sanctuary tarry to join members instead before that bathroom space
Who were stewards for the gate and all who enter
I ate my large mango with eagerness
For fear was positioning itself inside of me
My confidence waned with the absence of my pastor
Christian Crossroads stepping up in ways to make the lord proud
We talked more of mango and who loved it best here in our church
Comrades in the delight of this world and things to work against
I had to confess to Carl how I came downstairs from the prayer
He told me what the noises were and reminded me I was safe in the sanctuary
I believed him but could not bring myself to return to prayer
Until the music started and I again could feel
I noticed now that she is away they can see my fear
They try to smile more and help me with the things I argue in solace in the street
It feels good not to bicker and battle the world alone as they leave for their homes
I recognize now how much I internalize and project my thoughts of attack against me
Reflection mirrors revealed of this too must die
All the invisible ways I protected myself in life
These things must break down so more fruitful behaviors and thought
Fill the vast areas of my life that held doom and gloom to create flight
Ways of surviving and escaping with skills of personal deception
Of which without God how could any survive living in the desert of our lives
Yet in the garden of our living we must once again appreciate flowers
Till the soil to reap the benefits of our soul
Singing this little light of mine
Patrice C. Queen
