On the Fringe — The Singles’ Ward (The Appeal of the Foyer)

The quick exit— 
Space, windows, safety. 
Cozy couches and easy 
Chairs versus the hard 
Wood pew and elbow 
To elbow. Escaping the 
Glances of all— 
Except God. An 
Electronic voice 
Vibrating above. 

An out-of-Body experience. 

Souls, some prodigal— 
A fraternity of the tardy, 
Reluctant, ashamed remaining 
Outside in this waiting room, 
On the fringe, apart from us 
But still, a part. 
Not knowing, perhaps, 
The comfort of camaraderie 
Or unfamiliar with the feather 
Softness of the Spirit