A Rent Veil

This was once my home. The lean-to for the tempest. The cross it welcomed the pain. The silence invited the joy. And the spirit could be heard.

It certainly is the passing of time. But maybe also it… Or me… Or both. For, here now, I am broken. I mourn.

“Sanctuary!” I cried, “Sanctuary!” But now, now I simply cry. For what was once a den of refuge has since become a den of thieves.

About Katie Faul

My name is Katie Faul and I am a 33 year old woman who lives, breathes, and eats. I love my children, my husband, my home. I hobby it up with gardening, napping, knitting, and Netflix. I am on a journey called life and I am not sure what that even means.

1 thought on “A Rent Veil

  1. I think you have caught the essence of what many feel about the church today. A place of rest and rescue has become a place of entertainment and politics. The idea that people would run to the altar crying, “Sanctuary” and finding a place of protection is wonderfully used here.

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