With church stonework close to my left,
I sit
Soft musical notes arrest my thinkings
Verities drift in to speak,
I befit,
from near and far; they give gentle inklings
Take care, my son, I am your family
Comfort replaces stained-glass,
the people
in pews, all his children are family
One body like a flower’s stem, sepal
and other floral parts. Longed for peace rests
in my heart and the hearts built everywhere
Prayer finishes, a thought is born that tests
Be thankful, like Paul,
and never despair
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