Stopping To Pet
God speaks to me,
His scriptures comforting
my tongue and ears –
His living word, a sweet
accompaniment~ we are
lovers, heart and soul
spiritually entwined...
I am reminded of
that rural church, a
primitive bench for two
or more
far apart from the
transcended mockery of golden
cathedrals, with magnificently stained
panels, popes and kings imagining that
it is possible to gild and paint one's
way into heaven
(a cat leaps into my lap – we have been
writing buddies for some time now; his
insistence for a pet reminding me that all
my high minded thinking has taught me
nothing, if I do not interrupt, and commence
with the honor....)
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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