You dance?
That's nice.
Get a load of the weather:
Snowed yesterday, not melted yet.
On Good Friday it rained.
We walked to church
between naked trees
etched fingers stretched
for sunlight not yet given.
Cold... the rain-smell froze midair
and we breathed diamonds there and back.
Clean... like an empty tomb
on Easter morning
And then last Thursday
A circle of like minds
reminded me of dirt.
How, encircled, we discuss
how we'd be Christians if He'd just
let us
let Him.
Dirt. The soil here's dark as love
rich as blood
Good farming land, worth living for.
So...
Sky says
God, like rain, gives grace.
Earth says
God, like grain, gives life.
You say you can dance.
I've seen this much.
Perhaps you can. |