The doors of Saint Athanasius Episcopal Church (about a block from our house) have been closed since the pandemic hit.

The flyer on the door continues to postpone the reopening date.

Meal distribution has resumed one day a week out of the side entrance. (Bring your own bag; wear a mask.)

Sunday service is held online.

The grass outside continues to mysteriously be cut, the courtyard pruned, the front steps swept.

The sun filters through the seemingly abandoned structure.

Catches the stained glass.

Lights up the windows.

Acts as a beacon.

Shows it is still alive.

Still hopeful.

Still awaiting its resurrection and the return of its flock.