Church

the good spell symphonies of a choir

harmonizing at a volume- Proud!

Pores permeate on a Pew of Oak

where emotion and Bones sanctuary

embrace tympanic notion-

Painted glass smiles Suns warm sweet humility.

Rays careen upward to glean and reside on faiths tabernacle.

Binding sustains strong handed claps,and thread together.

All joy forward,over hurdles- marriage brings,

like a Diamond Mines promise,

rough and shining on again.

Winds freshest Air revives the soul-

and spirits gracious charity,

Pausing with loves reflection

on what Life really seems to be-

To ride and go the distance that leads

to hearth and souls rebirth

and gaze upon a form whose beauty is forlorn

upon Edens Garden the sustainance of all.