Fall Mornings

An empty chapel
Your word echoing from the rafters.
Music filling every nook and cranny.
Wind making it seem as if I’m not alone.
And I’m not.

A brisk morning walk
Prayers rising to you
Wind reminding me of your strength.
And my own weakness.

I fear you. I feel you. To you be ascribed all glory, honor, power. Amen.

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