Old Grandpier Church

Old Grandpier Church and Sundays Child


It was a very old Baptist Church settled on the outcrop of encroaching forest.

Old Stones crumbled, dusty and sun melted in too many Midwest summers

The only reverent melody being sung was by a storm wind…

rushing in through broken blue glass windows.

Once was congregation in praise and forgiveness…

now spider and dust and the darkness vibrate the ether.

Town of Shadows


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