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Yesterday, in the night
I stood by her door
And watched her her plight
The church the poor...
Wrinkled. women worn with years
Speckled. men, fewer, aged likewise
Softened, repentant
Burdened, expectant
Sit side by side
List' to the preacher's
Interpreter
Rapt... In non-perfunctory genuflection.
Tattered, tired, tried
A pure gold, She Cried
To God, this ghetto church
For poverty so much.