The Church at Murder Creek
There is sorrow in the pews
At Murder Creek Church.
Its sorrow is our sorrow.
It sits by a red clay road
In the shadow of the pines,
The passing shadows.
Headstones molder in the church yard.
The weathered doors cling to their hinges.
Stained glass colors the buckled floorboards.
A shard of Christ kneels to the scarred blue sky.
Dust lights the altar.
Rick Rohdenburg did not begin publishing until past sixty. His work has appeared in multiple small literary magazines. Now retired, he lives in Atlanta, Georgia.