Praying alone

The writing was on the wall outside:
the service ended hours ago; the people gone to
their Sunday dinners, families, fire sides.
The church empty, gaping open, sat
stone cold and silent as the grave,
its pews petrified, unforgiving,
its prayerbooks written in Welsh,
a mess of consonants, indecipherable,
unpronounceable, except for
the writing on walls inside, the names
proclaiming an eternal presence,
an endless cycle of prayer.
Transported, I followed along as their
unheard voices preached the gospel,
passed the peace,
celebrated with the angels and saints,
holy, holy, on holy ground
they drew me quietly into their embrace.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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