I used to come here every Sunday.
I would sit alone in the back pew. To be honest I mostly held my head down and read from my Bible.
The old church is closed now but I still come and sit in the back row and with my Bible. It’s the same one my mother gave me when I was five.
I am old now and to be honest I don’t read much anymore, yet I hold it in my hand and remember the songs and sermons from so long ago.
For now, I will say good night and hope you feel the peace I shared, the friendships I cherish. It’s time for me and my old dog Buddy to take the long way home.