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by William Consiglio Dmin (Author)
Empty ChurchThe door unlocked, so I stepped in.No lights were on, the place was dim.Into an empty church today, I took some time to think and pray.The windows had been closed so long, for such a lengthy time;so stuffiness had filled the placewith the airless quarantine.And yet there was a presenceof the people who worshiped there;for I saw where each one sat each weekas if they were still here.No hymns I heard, no organ played, no words were spoken out;yet I could hear the preacherand the reader still about.I knelt upon the cushionsthat circled the altar rail;I raised my eyes to the wooden crossfrom years so worn and pale.It was not long when then I thoughtI heard the chapel door;it creaked and seemed to open wide;were footsteps on the floor?Was I alone? Who had come in?I dared not look to see.I wondered who had joined me inthe dim lit sanctu'ry.I hoped the one had worn a mask;would keep six feet away.I guess I was annoyed by this, I came to pray alone today.I tried to close my eyes once more, I bowed my troubled head;that's when I heard a voice within, and this is what it said: "No virus, no pandemic, no world predicament, has made me turn away from thosewho each week are participantsin this my house, my temple true;for those who come within.Nothing can take you from my care, no sickness, faults or sin.I Am your Father God, your Jesus is my Son, in you the Holy Spirit dwells, we there with
