I come into this place
And I feel the weight lift off of me
Home.
Not a house,
But a church.
My church.Not a family,
But my family.
The elders?
My grandparents.
My Sunday school?
My kids.
My youth?
My little siblings.The church is beautiful
And it is beautifully mine(01.26.22)
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Poetry***PSA- PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ MY MOST RECENT ADDITIONS TO THIS POETRY SAGA. I've been writing in this poetry journal since 2016 and they do get progressively better and more insightful.*** thank you carry on: These poems contain snippets of my...
Church
I come into this place
And I feel the weight lift off of me
Home.
Not a house,
But a church.
My church.Not a family,
But my family.
The elders?
My grandparents.
My Sunday school?
My kids.
My youth?
My little siblings.The church is beautiful
And it is beautifully mine(01.26.22)