…when you said your name, Church, I cringed,
expecting Mom’s grooved tirade against religion;
instead, it built a temple, steeple pointing to
the majesty of blue in which our planet spins
within its womb of stars….more
Thank you to the editors of Melancholy Hyperbole for first publishing this poem.
Did you take this? Where is it?
Very beautiful.
PT
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I take almost all the photos on my blogs and always credit the ones I don’t. This window is in a church in Sebastopol, CA that is quite beautiful. Thank you for the comment.
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