Your Glory Shines Brightest on the Dimmest Surfaces
Meg Eden (bio)

Every day the abandoned Korean church has its lights on.
The air conditioning unit is falling out from the ceiling,
and ropes warn to not trespass. The ghost of a cross
remains from years of crusted signage.
The sight of abandoned churches
makes me feel
the hollow sorrow of a ghost town
decaying in my chest.
A building is not a church, I have to tell myself.
God is not built out of concrete and glass.
My faith is weak like the rusting facade, relying
on that which I see—
Oh God oh God the rust
Is all I see sometimes
Oh God oh God the rust

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