In the middle of my old church,
a place I hardly recognized anymore.
A song started that hit my soul
and touched my heart.
As tears filled my eyes,
my voice barely above a whisper.
My thoughts elsewhere;
my heart completely closed off.
As my emotions took hold,
I simply mouthed the words.
Standing stoicly in silence
did not feel right.
So my lips moved in sync
with the rest of the congregation.
And there was a energy
that only happens in God's sanctuary.
My sobs stilled
and my spirit lifted.
And maybe there was hope
for me after all.