by Ava Spampanato

Church-goers sit at creaky wooden pews 
Hands folded 
Eyes closed 
Heads bowed  

Long floral print skirts 
Grace the blue carpeted floor 

The whimsical whisper of worship 
And pianists organ playing
Echo off cross stained windows 

A profound presence fills the air 
The only feeling that can fill hearts with faith 
In something they cannot see 

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Ava Spampanato is a surfer from the Jersey shore, and currently writes from South Florida. Her writing is inspired by the ocean and the natural elements around her.