Once I looked up from the pages of the bulletin,
I noticed that the only light streaming into the sanctuary,
Were from LED fixtures.
Which during worship,
Craned their mechanical necks at each crescendo,
Alighting the stage in greens, purples and reds.
They dimmed themselves for reflection
And during offering time.
So I went to another
A hollow space,
With ceilings that branched beyond my concept of height,
Where sound bounced from the stained glass windows down to the floor again
These windows admitted only a touch of light
Her rays pushed past antiquated biblical scenes
And froze as muted shapes on the floor
So I tried another
I sat in the pew
And welcomed the friendly warmth of sunshine on my cheek
Windows from the lobby subtly painted the sanctuary with morning
I greeted God in a whisper
And decided to stay
Hoping to find my way back home