On my knees

No incoming texts from a number

with the name “sister” attached.

She blames me for the distance,

separated by thousands of miles of

creaking wooden pews and folding chairs.

Maybe this is what love is like?

Being told who I love is a sin…

Of course we are all welcome

to join together in worship of Him

if we ‘behave’ ourselves.

Thankfully in resistance I remembered

to ‘misbehave’ is to be alive.

Bent over, a train rushing past,

let us pray.

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