A Birds’ Church Poem (NaPoWriMo #16) The birds’ churchstarted at 0500. Ican’t figure out thehymn, but thesopranos are killingit—making me jealous. The preacher hasn’ttaken the pulpit yet,so I’m still on time. One bird belts out along, lovely tune,and I turn over in mybed, inspired to takeup a tambourine forthe cause. I don’t have one. But … Read more Wednesday Worship
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