A Simple Wish

About the church and how it seems like no one goes anymore.

I kneel next to my bed,
Hands pressed together,
And I begin to pray.
Off my lips the words flow;
The exact words as last night,
The night before
Because all I have is
One simple wish.

As my prayer comes to a close
I climb into my bed
I pull the warm covers up to my chin
And snuggle up in them.
My eyes close
I dream
And still all I can think of is
My simple wish.

I can see people crying
Perpetual anger encircling some
No one is genuinely smiling.
Why not?
I notice the churches.
They’re empty
That’s it…that’s all I want.
The simple wish.

The calendar pages turn;
December 25.
Christmas.
Now I see the churches.
They’re voluminous.
Why only now?
Why only on the holiday?
My simple wish.

They should come every week.
And fulfill His ambition
How can they not see
That someone loves them?
Why won’t they turn
And understand?
That’s all I want…all we need
Just this one simple wish.