(Please ignore the bullets. For some crazy reason the template won’t allow for “poetic” spaces and pararaphs.)
We walked through the double oak doors
streaming in like moths
to a candle at twilight.
Some tired
some hopeful
some scared
some joyful
all drawn by the same One.
There’s Joyce, eyes like owls,
wondering and waiting
and Denise, singing and
shouting for joy, like Miriam at [...]
