A Church Without Doors

Posted on by randomwordbyruth

There is no destination to the woods

they are a churches that have no doors

a corn maze to which there is no end…no beginning

a quiet voice…ushering and soothing.

The lingering pines are sage infants waving you in

Fixed scales of clamour and forever reflection

And, yet, I am convinced they welcome me in

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