04-02-2017, 12:40 AM
My Mistake
Light heats through the stained glass.
Listeners share scripture, half-hearted,
fingers in the hymnals. Give and take
with God, later over rolls and coffee
with each other.
From the parking lot a cobbled sidewalk
leads past flower beds, temptation, and
the wheel-chair accessible valley of death.
I think wiper blades were created
to hold my leaflets without need of nails,
no matter how fierce the winds, how
turbulent the storm.
By two in the afternoon
Jesus settles for the field goal.
Light heats through the stained glass.
Listeners share scripture, half-hearted,
fingers in the hymnals. Give and take
with God, later over rolls and coffee
with each other.
From the parking lot a cobbled sidewalk
leads past flower beds, temptation, and
the wheel-chair accessible valley of death.
I think wiper blades were created
to hold my leaflets without need of nails,
no matter how fierce the winds, how
turbulent the storm.
By two in the afternoon
Jesus settles for the field goal.