Have I gone astray, peering gently at you?
You see me too
Upward looks
From Golden books,
You're catching my eye
I pray through these eyes
Huddled deep in my pew.
Opening the missile
I turn to page eleven,
Then make another connection
With you.
You walk in your cassock
Stoic steps through the havoc,
Noting the surplus of clothes
Each wooden row holds.
I peer a third time at you,
Boldly ringing your bell
From behind.
Charming snakes,
As the lambs
Stray further from hell.
I reside in Melbourne Beach, Florida. My joys include raising toddlers, writing poetry and dialogue, the beach, singing, storytelling, piano and reading. My writing objective is to challenge myself through rhyme and reason, or the lack thereof.
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