Dusting – a poem by Kim Malinowski


I always believed there was more to praying than kneeling
or reciting a prayer holding hands. In the silences the hidden
prayers came through. Doubts, sighs, a child
giggling in a pew. I always thought that praying
was more about dusting—wiping greasy
fingerprints off glass doors and sweeping up dried mud.
Not the hymns themselves but about placing
the ribbons back into the hymnals. Vacuuming
the altar, sweeping up cobwebs, brushing off the cross.


Kim Malinowski earned her B.A. from West Virginia University and her M.F.A. from American University. She studies with The Writers Studio. Her chapbook Death: A Love Story was published by Flutter Press. Her work has appeared in Faerie Magazine, War, Literature, and the Arts, Mythic Delirium, and others.

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