Below is a photo of the Church of St. Stephen the Martyr in Opotiki, New Zealand. This picture brought to mind the introduction to a collection of short stories that I will complete... one day. The poem accompanying this photo is a conversion of a portion of my prose introduction to poetic form.
Church of St Stephen the Martyr, Opotiki, ca 1910-1930
"I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God."
~ St. Stephen’s words at his theophany
Haven
They beckon
the weary-hearted and calloused,
“Come and sit with me.”
Rows of empty pews
moor at a small altar,
each one anchored with a kneeler.
Her candle lit,
she takes her usual seat
in the second row,
hoists the kneeler,
then quietly moves it
to the wood floor,
genuflects in the Holy Presence,
and blesses herself.
With eyes lowered,
she steers her troubled vessel
on an ethereal air,
through prayerful sighs
to the Haven of hope,
His almighty promise.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
(My reading of this poem is on Pod-omatic at the bottom of this page.)