In the heart of the night, where spirits roam free, A gathering place stands, welcoming thee. On Thursdays, the veil thins, as mediums appear, Channeling voices of loved ones near. Laughter and tears intermingle in grace, Uplifting spirits, a warm, sacred space. Evidence whispers in soft, gentle tones, Echoes of home through a world never known. Refreshments await, and healing hearts mend, Inviting alone, yet leaving as friends. A spiritual church, where souls intertwine, Free spirit beckons, at twilight's fine line. Join us this eve, in the dance of the light, Where earthly and ethereal lovingly unite.