a restless child stands
on the long-forgotten
church steps,
lungs bursting with
prayers ricocheting
in the abyss that we call
grief
they stare past stained glass,
in the setting sun
of a life, knees
resting against
dark wooden pews
but God doesn’t take
calls on Civic Holidays
or weekends
so only
the wind
responds
MEGAN HOOK has been a reader and writer for as long as she can remember, and loves translating her experiences onto the page. She is currently studying in Education at Queen’s University, and hopes to teach English and Creative Writing in the future.