Sunday Morning
Its a beautiful Sunday morning.
The people are swarming.
Church pews are warming.
Bodies conforming to contours.
Souls performing a symphony,
Witnessing Everybody,
Sounds of Children's laughter.
Rooms filled with happy chatter,
As we gather together.
Here, We all Matter,
Creating a Bond from Beyond.
Corresponding,
Singing along,
Harmony in a Unified Song.
Settling in to to Hear a Tale,
As Spirit sets sail,
Traveling To the Grail.
All of us on it's Tail,
Ending our Story,
Where LOVE,
Always prevails.
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