Sunday Gatherings
The sun is illustrated in pastel hues
washed in a watery light
Mild is the air in my mouth
Standing at the roadside
of a flock of honking family vehicles
I wonder if they are going to church
or leaving church
It's Sunday morning
in the burb's and naturally
God has His hands full
I go visit a little pond
where frogs sing their
creaking love-woos
to lure green lovers
up from the muddy bottom
For a meditative moment
we join in prayer
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