The Bible in the Square

The Bible in the square

has been preaching all day,

the wind lifting

its pages in praise

as the trees bow in prayer.

The table, a strange location—

absent of walls and doors—

stands open to anyone

wanting to rest

in His presence.

But do they?

Does anyone?

Oh, they do.

The ones less fortunate,

most often—

cast aside and unwelcome

from buildings that preach His name.

They seek refuge here,

in this garden, so to speak,

where no one asks them to leave,

and the Word sits quietly,

its pages turning in the wind

sharing the Gospel

with anyone

who will listen.