Seeking Shelter

I'm seeking shelter from the storms and

From the occasional rains in my life.

It's found in the warm and welcoming arms

Of a chapel I come across on the road.

It's one of many on my continuing journey.

My path is always passing them.

I stop in for a moment, seemingly brief

But always longer than I plan.

When I come out, the sun is shining

And the sky is blue!