outside of town
on Dutch Ridge road
where gravel roads
seem to meet the sky..
a tiny church sits
far off the road..
tucked away
within the trees,
my first impression of Her
was that she seems
Humble.
(doesn't boast.)
Her time there
has been
peaceful and long..
her door stands open
refuge from
the rain and winds..
shelter for all
that enter.
she welcomes the deer
and other animals..
birds rest there nightly..
she does not lock her doors
in fear..
her door is always open.
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