In Praise & Worship

In Praise and Worship

I gaze at her,

content, asleep in front of the fireplace,

twitching slightly in preoccupied reverie,

yet strangely attuned to any disturbance.

A balance of discernment,

without preconception,

without expectation,

without memory,

greets with waging tail.

An instinct devoid to evolution,

perceives the nothingness of forgiveness,

Of disappointment,

Only unwavering, sincere, companionship,

an earmarked angel comforting this weary soul.

I gather my jacket and keys,

to keep a friend’s promised time at the old, Baptist Church,

a relic of devout faith,

weathered, yet withstanding,

a testament to something I can’t quite fathom.

As the door closes behind,

I imagine her perked to attention, a panting grin,

sensing some imperceptible shift of

rhythm in a far-off organ,

the fevered pitch of praise and worship,

a crescendo for this evening’s sponsored crusade.

- Mark Trubisky

Inspired by the painting “In Praise & Worship”