Crashbox

In a darkened chapel
Hidden in the foothills of a lost forest
A single light flickers.
The ancient sign that
Reverence must be observed:
Our Savior is present.
A hushed voice whispers;
Out of the dim space
A place of forgiveness
A place of promises.
The flame now rising
Now falling; observing:
Chill the air,
But warm the heart.
In a quiet place
Beneath trees and sky
A chapel in the rain