Now slouched, mind folded in the pew,
how should, could, would I face the day?
Might we, crept wonder - body, soul,
just for today, join, take that dare?
Yet next door, sitting on the bench.
a paper slip, fold over once,
and as I glared, well, it stared back.
I caught blue hint, like secret ink,
and then I knew, it had caught me;
what did it hold, secreted codes?
But I unbent to seek for more.
Torn, as if on old parchment borne,
those words, as writing on the wall,
that hand dictated terms “I will”.
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