An Empty Chapel Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going places, seeking new experiences, obeying someone's
suggestion.

Finding the place, entering it, a feeling of unrest stirs
within me.

Feeling that something is missing deep within my heart, I
look around, not finding anything my eyes are seeking.

Kneeling down upon the floor, I pray, but uneasiness keeps
me from concentrating.

There is no peace to find within this empty building, yet
it is called a chapel.

Feeling afraid, I pray, calling God to come to me, He
does and I feel better, knowing that He will come, if I
but call Him.

Leaving, going out the door I still feel restless and
uneasy, asking God to please stay with me as I walk around
the grounds of the Casa.

Knowing God is not there unless I call Him, is strange
because I look and see a palm tree has outlined His image.

It's strange, because God is abundant in the nature all
around when I ask Him to come, yet without the asking He
cannot be found, not even in the so-called chapel.