Tony Mazzola is a junior Philosophy major. This is the first time he has submitted creative writing for publication.
The “little church” was aptly named:
Not fifty souls could fit inside
Where gothic windows gently lit
The incense shrouded golden monstrance.
The sanctuary strongly framed
With porcelain statues of the saints
‘Fore sky blue walls with golden trim
In silence seated Lord of Heaven.
A white haired man with calloused hands
Straight stepping finds a pleasant pew;
His fingers pass o’er soft-worn beads—
In stillness mother’s father prays.
Spring 2024