Unity Baptist Church

Honea Path, SC

Across the oily street, number six stares out indifferently at the passing cars. Two guards, indigo and chipped, painted to match the sign fastened above them, carry out their ceaseless, pointless watch, the flat nose of a burnt-out old man. Like cataracts the grease of countless fingers and noses streaks the large windows. A sparse display of dusty white curtains and plastic flowers shows dimly through one clouded pane. "God is Spirit...", says the poster mounted at the center of the eye. What do the countless other eyes, noses pressed against the glass, see in those words?