I admit the nervousness,
The anxiety, all of it.
I haven’t been in so long,
Surprised they still remember me.
The shadowy wood of the pew
Beckons to me to sit.
I don’t make my way to the front,
Hiding in the back, unknown.
The service begins and I stop a tear
Wanting to well as the hymn is sung
I miss all this, and yet I’m stiff
In fear and all alone
I hear the words and my heart smiles
It takes some bravery to be here
Nestled in the seat, the sum beams through
And lights upon me, a child of God
© 2017 Valerie Hathaway