How many promises how many times...and we got our wishes how fast we forget to thank Him.
Him, that time and time again grant our wishes when our heart was desperate, Him that forgave our forgetfulness time and again every time.
The poem below is for those that keep forgetting Him, a kind of soft call to make an U turn, that is not forbidden.

Lord, I was running but no looking
when entering uninvited in Your House,
searching refuge through its open doors
from a furious storming rain,
but Lord, I didn’t disturb anybody,
it was empty to my surprise.

All the candles were unlighted
letting shadows to engulf the altar,
Your son in the cross was waiting
to redeem a soul, for anyone
that remembered He was still there
but the church was empty and so was I.

The rows of benches were so many,
A silent wooden army of rank and file,
I wondered if the echoes where still there
where so many people one day sat,
and the emptiness made me think my Lord,
why they went away? Are they coming back?

I will confess that I felt ashamed when
hurrying by Your empty church I go by,
after all, the doors are inviting open
but I needed a storm to pushed me inside,
and if everybody my Lord, is like me…
Your empty church is no surprise.