Church bells enlighten me
Grace falls by my feet
The priest stares blankly mourning
Staring where eyes fail to meet
On this day its clear to the few
That heaven is a state of heart
A stranger joins and takes a pew
As the organ sings its praise apart
The few kneel and whisper their grace
Some even whisper with eyes closed
As they cannot meet the priests face
The stranger who joined does not include
In the whispering voices of prayer
She simply sits awaiting the interlude
So she can just be at peace without care
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