Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

 

Invitation 

I hear voices hum and echo
Against every tall wall
But the choir seats are empty

I feel a breeze chilling my feet,
Wrapping around me like dew
But all windows are securely shut

There is only a slice of sunlight
Burning my pew and its layer of dust
But the sky outside is overcast

Faces of saints and worthy men -
Though still in each window stain -
Their eyes stare straight at me

The Book's pages are harshly flipped
In loud singles and chunks,
But no priest stands at the altar

The confession stand is empty,
With a vacant velvet seat
But my whispered name invites me in