Beach Church
"Everyday, people stray
away from the church and go
back to God." - Lenny Bruce
I kneel upon an ocean beach to pay
attention to some creature in the sand.
A choir of seagulls breaks out in song and
swells my soul and the surf roars, “Let us spray.”
Many little crabs scurry amongst the rocks
to take up a collection of what there
is there of sustenance. Their simple prayer:
"Please, feed us and save us from wild bird flocks.”
The sea tide rushes in and through crevices
it bursts; I hear its word whilst it sings me
a doxology for the trinity
as beautiful as any church services.
The only thing I miss is the sermon.
Nonetheless, I feel a better person.
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