Those sturdy portals to matters heavenly
Elegant structures crafted in another time
When jobs were scarce and pride was high
And churchgoing was a central part of life
Oxygen itself to the entangled faithful flock
Gathered together like brethren soldiers
To pray and sing and cleanse the mortal soul.
Such feelings of safety in church doors
Those fashioned planks of wood and iron
Guardians sentries to the halls of worship
Where hope is sought and often given
To those among the flock who find a
Conduit to their own enigmatic God
Behind those almighty doors of faith.
