March 4, 2016

My Journey to God

The Pew

See the empty desk beside you,
And the empty pew behind.
You feel like something’s there,
But it’s simply out of sight.

You engage a conversation
With the person next to you.
All along never thinking
Of that lonely empty pew.

But if we stop and think
About that cold, empty pew,
We think about who could be there,
And make the space brand new.

Alas the pew sits empty,
A young angel sitting there.
Though the angel has no memories
Nor does it have much hair.

Abortion took its life,
Took the joy of someone new.
So stop and say a prayer,
For the forever empty pew.

By Veronica Phillips
 

(Veronica Phillips, a seventh-grade student at Nativity of Our Lord Jesus Christ School in Indianapolis, is a member of Nativity Parish along with her parents, Christine and Matthew.) †

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