21st
Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions
*RIP (06/21/2009)*
…at the memorial service
for a local poet saint
in the omni-denominational
unitarian church
memories in the air
like incense smoke
everybody holding hands
& singing amazing grace
all stripped of armor,
like st. joan
when i learn one of those
things that i always knew;
there are some songs that
you just ain’t singing right
unless you’re crying
1 Comment to 21st
Those last three lines are so true. It’s the grace rising out of our guts that lets off those teary vapors.
July 22, 2009