I woke up Sunday Morning clinching my pillow
Crying, hoping, praying
That She
Would have all of the sentiments
Of my Beloved.

Would she rush to greet me?
Hug my neck as
I walked toward her wide-arm doors?
Would my feet be comfortable,
As I praised and jumped just above
Her newly stained, glossy floors?
Would her warmth be enough to restrain
Me there for the duration?
Would the preaching resonating from her walls,
Truly be that of the Father’s salvation?

For My Beloved is most precious in my sight.
She has stood for fifty tested years,
While serving as a place of gathering for those old saints.

Truly a testament of God’s everlasting might.

I left her by necessity, rather than by pre-planned choice.
Now another seeks her place,
My thoughts as I embraced,
This dreaded divorce.

As I move forward.
Crying, hoping, praying
That She
Would have all of the sentiments
Of my most
Precious Beloved.