The Quiet of the Church

As I sit and wait on the others

I wonder Did I miss the email?

Where are my fellow writers?

I know it’s summer…other plans?

Some are out of town

But there’s nearly 40 in our group;

So I sit and wait

Then pick up my pen and start to write.

Half an hour goes by

Still I’m here alone;

I start texting them

“Where are you?” I ask.

I pick up my pen again

Get involved in my storyline;

What?  Another half hour?

The time has flown by.

The texts start coming in

Different reasons, same answer;

Yes, I miss my writing friends

But the quiet of the church…is inspiring.

One thought on “The Quiet of the Church

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.