Sunday, April 28, 2013

 
What the Spiritual miss

is Church. The exquisite
moment when all move
together in the Word.

Rare, though, of course--give
you that. On lighter notes,
fragrant casseroles

etc awaited at supper
or picnics with fellow
ravenous parishioners.

Other manifestations
of a different sort
must, too, be cited.

A pastor levered in
politically, who ruled
as second in command

to an acrid and snappish
God. Another whose

youth aesthetic went
to his hands.

Others solid in the Faith
and some saints, even.


Still others rooted
in the Earth.

In short, Life!--being what
the purely spiritual miss,

dwelling in drafty marble halls,
attending ambiguous winds.

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Comments:
Nice Sunday thought. Burp.
 
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