After the Service
sin & evil & what’s in between
additions to the illumination of brilliance
stained glass patterns light
we would be pure of heart but
history happens notwithstanding anguish.
outside, a gracious breeze
sways a gigantic pohutakawa
as it drops blood-red spikes upon the strewn confetti
a jet laden with anonymous
people hastens overhead while
a car alarm rackets away any suggestion of peace
great is Diana of Ephusus
a daily sacrifice will raise the sun
tax cuts & we must never be envious.
A recently finished poem, political, religious, personal, as are most of mine.
The Bookman is away
2 days ago