Point To Heaven

It took me many visits to this burned down church on the east end of the island of Molokai before I noticed the arrow pointing skyward etched into the wall where the entry gable used to be. It inspired the following words.

I once was filled with sons of men
who raised their arms to God in praise

Until brushfire kissed my walls and then
set my roof ablaze

My congregation now consists of souls less apt to sing
but whisper softly with their leaves and for companions birds they bring

My architect must have known some day my roof would fall
for in my stones he etched the path – an arrow on my wall

Its message simple yet profound
I ask you all to see

My final sermon of them all
Point to heaven constantly

by, Jonathan Kingston

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