Monday, September 20, 2004

Holy Haiku

God shines from pulpit
Abraiding black yesterday
Forging me anew.



"Bow down to our gods!"
There is one God alone, He
Saves me from shipwreck.



Trusting in God, I
Tread my feet through dark places
I am not afraid.



Gas wheezes, flames, glows
Cleansing away outer chill
But inside untouched.



In church quietly sit
And attend to chastening words
Or write poetry.

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