The Silent Visitors
A sweet perspective about the back row of the church…
In the shadows of a dimly lit church,
Near the back in a pew alone,
As quiet as sunlight’s rays,
The silent visitors sit.
Unnoticed, they listen, they read, they think,
Then they quietly slip out a side door.
No one sees them leave,
No one noticed them there to begin with.
The silent visitors return to their daily life,
Smiling, as they remember,
What they heard, what they read,
Taking thoughts with them through the day.
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