MY CHURCH

All I can say for now is special this one is. Special and from your heart and I felt it and seen it. Love at ya Mona xoxox

I love the person you are Scribbler, I hope to be just like you as I grow in this life, and your poetic language is superb!

I can't pick a fault Lou xx

My spirituality is tied up with nature so I can really relate to you with this one. Very nice job, Stan! LoveFaith ~I never say anything I don't mean nor do I say anything to be mean.~

u comment and put across ur minds content its heart warming and wonderful i often wonder how do u do u do u do

Wonderful as ever Stan, i was wondering where you were going with this! fabulous and the woods as gooder place as any! Stanza 5. should it be Cathedrals? Much love shirl... shirley harrison

I like the theme a lot, it wasn't obvious to me at first that you were describing woodlands but it slowly did become obvious. Very well done on that level. The title fits and supports this slow surprise. I do think an edit is in order. Here goes: They say that you can tell a lot by the church someone attends if you like I’ll take a shot describing mine my friends The place I worship never closes it[']s open [twenty-four/seven] it may make some turn up [their] noses for me it[']s next to heaven Nobody cares what clothes I wear when I go there to think and I’m not made to join in prayer or swallow any drink [It d]oesn’t matter where I’m at there[']s branches everywhere this is one of [many]things that (rhythm, and "many" I prefer to "the") keep[ no "s"] me going there (for rhythm, maybe "have kept me going there") My cathed[r]al[']s full of filtered light that varies day to day by moon it[']s dimly lit at night [then] you’d best watch your way Entry is from anyplace no need for stair or ramp and muddy feet are no disgrace the floor is often damp Huge columns are random and varied but all are stout and tall when I go there I’m never harried although I feel quite small While there I’ve seen most everything comets and falling stars deep silence causes ears to ring [you'll never] hear loud cars (rhythm, "you will not" is also possible) By now I guess you’ve come to see deep woods are where I pray [there is no place I'd rather be] (slight change in meaning, "there are few places I'd rather be" keeps the meaning) when [no "it"]comes judgement day (since this is the last line I find the break in rhythm pleasing) Otherwise, great! The beginning worked to grab my attention (someone about to describe a place of sentimental importance to him and calling me "my friend", like a confidence), the pacing is great, and the end, judgement day, is a strong way to conclude. Antoine

Your words echo mine and how I also feel about my choice of places to pray! I knew we were a bit alike, if you don't mind me saying so! Great write, Sir, and a very enjoyable read!

How on this green earth did I miss this one. I like your church. I keep mine with me all the time, it is in my mind Very nicely written Chrys