Barren fields in winter snow
Her husband gone
Candles go out that can’t come back
Can’t be replaced
Loneliness deeper than the sea
Every breeze a whisper
Visits to the graveyard
She talks to her self
Old photos and painful dreams
Wake up with tears
Maybe it’s time to go back to church
Joseph Narusiewicz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-to-church/
