My Church Today
My Church Today
Were I to paste summer-green leaves
Upon the grand arches of a cathedral,
And throw seeds on its marble floors,
It would be my church and its congregation,
In my own backyard.
I would hear sweet hymns and a serious sermon,
In the blowing breeze calling a waking world,
And know the taste of a hopeful heaven,
Like the warmth of His spoken word.
In my own back yard.
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