A ray of light across wooden pews. Photo: By Josh Applegate on Unsplash.
Poem: Meeting Minutes (Friends Meeting House, Rochester)
'Hobbled by life, I searched for open doors...'
Hobbled by life, I searched for open doors
to escape this boastful, plug-in city.
Found one, just as the weather was coming fast.
In here, my place was already set
with silence waiting, inviting me to sit.