Religious and spiritual poem by aspiring poet Peter Menkin. This story or poetic recollection of praying with the Sisters is about impetuousness, or else the Holy Spirit. The church is a living place. I sometimes wish I had not done something, or said something. Then I try to find a way to make it better, if it comes along. Here in this telling, I was moved by the need to get on my knees. What I wanted to be better was no loss, no mourning, no tears, no coming and waiting for the Kingdom, some way to end the ache and the loneliness, and a means to reach out as a human being. The situation was like the time I entered into church early one day and only the minister was there. I cried out,