Celestial Soda Pop
Time and tides flowing through my tan, bare toes.
Twas a time of sweet peace, flowering boughs.
Spices of love, filled scarlet sunset nights.
Limitless dreams waltzed in our heads with might.
Sundays, love for God, from our fingers glowed.
Snow or heat, we were in Church, faith flowed.
Soft, Latin words, songs in Gregorian.
Time travel, in utter peace, to live in.
Under domed ceilings of bright white and gold.
The incense, the songs, which never grow old!
4/11/2021
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