Monday, November 02, 2015

God Interprets

She walks down  the church aisle,
a congregant ready to receive communion,
an organ plays for the procession
and the congregation  sings
She moves her head from side to side
Her hands wave in the air--
parting the sea or gathering sheaves of grain.
She sings the entire time, her voice
floating  above the other voices,
a lilting voice, yet plaintive
She plunges both hands into
a field of words and strings together
syllables to fit the melody
I try and hear her lines,
some words have no meaning,
yet when she sings the words fall into place


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