I saw it again today. The church. I looked just like it did the last time except, in my mind, more dilapidated.
I had looked out for it on a number of occasions but had not been able to find it. Turned out it was a lot further away from Newark than I had thought.
Seeing it again evoked the exact same thoughts as it had the first time. Questioning thoughts. Where was the congregation? What had happened to the pastor?
I was interested in was the social history. Why was the church out of use, or apparently so?
The ghosts of the congregation, dead and alive, floated over the cemetery in front of the church…