Sunday Gatherings

The sun is illustrated in pastel hues washed in a watery light Mild is the air in my mouth Standing at the roadside of a flock of honking family vehicles I wonder if they are going to church or leaving church It's Sunday morning in the burb's and naturally God has His hands full I go visit a little pond where frogs sing their creaking love-woos to lure green lovers up from the muddy bottom For a meditative moment we join in prayer