abandoned, overgrown
door torn from its hinges
birds singing in rafters
exposed to the sky

chipmunks and deer
the faithful attendees

they know all the words
no need for hymnals
with numbered pages

the leaves
just naturally arrange
some maple and elm, mostly pine

an occasional sumac
the oak, sagacious and strong
no matter the vintage

no matter how threadbare
and worn, no matter

how ferocious the storm
it stands sacred, enduring,
and ever a church
in the wood