Church
Hillsides ushering rain
into a pulsing watershed.
Free beaches, crashing surf.
Milky opals to look in to.
Rocky rivers to cross on foot.
A blush of summer tomatoes.
Evergreen needles piercing
the mind’s heavy snow loft.
No songs about bombs
bursting in the air.
Circles of people, not rows.
Art, that merciful minister.
Love, that drop in the bucket
bubbled into a well-fed sea.
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Lovely! Very peaceful. I especially like the circles of people and the well-fed sea.
For me, “drop in the bucket” and “well-fed sea” are a brilliant juxtaposition
So much to love here. The sounds and images. “Church” indeed.
Especially liked “Milky opals,” “A blush of summer tomatoes,” and “a well-fed sea.” What an image to end on.