Rocky Springs

Rocky Springs

Someone has placed plastic flowers on the grave

Of a baby who died 143 years ago

The petals are yellow and wet with morning dew.

In the distance a hurt animal cries and the leaves dance

to its misery, while the sunlight pokes through its prison of clouds,

Saying Shh this is nature’s reckoning.

Inside the church, my son is holding a sermon to himself

My daughter is playing the piano and singing softly,

More prayer than song,

The battleground she’s made of her body swaying with each note.

Hope floats through the dogwood air

and hits the pews below and the archways above.

I have seen the Notre Dame and its replica in Montreal

I have seen the Taj Mahal in its symmetrical splendor

But I have never felt closer to God than now.
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