Blue Miracle
As i search for a subject today, i think of you
in Ireland traveling the pilgrim's journey
as you have done for many years now. What dew
clings to blades unseen as intrepid seekers yearn? "See
that over there between the holly and the ivy?"
A butterfly once rare, now everywhere: like Christ
for those who choose to see. How lively
the Holly Blue flits from leaf to vine in mist
of jade morning only Ireland can boast. A friend
once told me how modern church buildings had lost
for her the sense of God's wonder. But, not to offend,
I think God never meant for us to build monuments of stone
to house God's glory, King David simply tossed
the wrong corner-pebble; thereby rippling that cathedral tone.
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