There was no chaplain (free write)

Tears fell in the empty chapel, but only a sprinkle. Blues was played by a man's six string. He says he like the acoustics in the empty chapel. There was no chaplain, and there was only a single prayer- a prayer for help.
Sress strays like sheep untill they need help from the shepherd. The wolves howl in the distance.
The vacant chapel speaks. I listen for direction.
Are we always alone?
Obscurity brings a fire to life not yet a wild fire but a little burning inside that gives aid to those days when you can't get up. Vets are inflamed. There eyes stare down a thousand yards, and they are still going.
There are worse cases.
Yet there are a few grins or a friendly conversation about the weather and air conditioning.
The flame can only build naturally. However, some throw booze and other addictions on it. The next day the flame has to start over again.
When built naturally the eyes are ,"The mirror to the soul"
I eventually left the empty chapel forgetting my free book of devotions.