Tiger Sunday
He was my tiger Sunday,
A champion at sports.
Reading futures with promises,
Mathematically distant.
Divine on a Sunday,
A language I couldn't decipher.
Songs sung in praise,
God guides to comprehension.
A buffet of understanding,
Sharing a cafeteria of delights.
Standing amidst the Godly realm,
Always welcome within a distant social sphere.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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