Tuesday Poem: After the Service

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After the Service

wrestling with
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.

Harvey McQueen

A recently finished poem, political, religious, personal, as are most of mine.