628…. Birds on a wire…… 10-18-16

Whenever I see a row of sparrows, perching,
an aviary congregation on a power line,
I think to go to church,
to kneel, wings folded,
feathers to feathers with fellow believers,
feeling the sacred current humming within us,
hearing the harmonies of holy hymns
filling the sanctuary around us,
the sermon sung by a cardinal.
Then, after we’ve warbled the final doxology,
I’d flutter off with the rest of the flock
into the Sabbath sunset,
as visiting angels
fly away home.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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