the lot
is empty in the sunday
morning
rain.
the black top glistening
with
water and sky.
the parishioners are
at home,
asleep
in their dreams.
saturated in sin.
wondering when they can
return to
God.
to visit him once
again.
never thinking that maybe,
he's right
here looking in.
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