Echoes in my Childhood Church

This is my church.

This is the view I dreamed in when I was a child learning about God.

These colored windows

let in the warm sun, and blocked out the devil!

In this church, when I was young,

I prayed, I sang, and I pondered.

Now, forty years later, I've gone back for a visit.

Back to the colored windows.

Echos of my childish voice still singing, still praying, still reverberating off these hallowed walls.

This is my church.

This is my salvation!