A Medieval Church in the Czech Countryside Lisa Guagliano
cobblestones hurt my feet marching up the ancient streets to a mountain side and long dead martyr the church dim and dark the air still and calm
Poetry
an old lady prays
68 I sit two rows back from the left the light streams in on the saint martyred for the Lord his presence never changing always accepting she stands up to leave stops and speaks to me I nod and smile, she smiles at me and leaves alone I pray for the old lady the long dead, and the ones to come.
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