Years ago, this town was vibrant and friendly.
It was a welcoming town and the children often stood looking into the windows of the old five-and-dime store and they had milkshakes at the soda fountain. It was a joyful time, a time of family, church, the best of times
The old church pews were full, the old piano played gospel and the small congregation would be singing hymns, but not today, The streets are empty and only an old man walks the sidewalk, head down never looking my way.
He walked up the stairs of the church where the pastor waited for him. They shook hands and talked a bit then they went inside as the pianist began to play.
I walked in and sat in the back row, reached out for the hymnal, and sang with the few who worshiped. I closed my eyes and prayed for better times, a time when the spirit lifted me up high and I knew the spirit was within me.
I remembered coming here so long ago when times were different and today I have hope for better times.
Thank you my e!!
I suspect that most have been there. If not in person, then in thought and feeling.