One Sunday Morning
August 6, 2006
We arrived at church,
but the the doors were locked.
A letter held on in the breeze:
My Dear Children,
I am not inside –
you will find me among the sick,
the troubled, the destitute…
Father Joe is with me.
Come join us.
Love,
God
Within the month
most of us had joined
a different church.
qazse 
August 6, 2006 at 6:04 pm
Another poem with a wonderful, humorous twist. Love the letter barely even holding on in the breeze!