THE NATURE OF CHURCH

Julia Fedoruk

Remember those long hours of church,

the dripping sound of rain

 gliding down the roof

Cold stained glass pressed to your ear

“Jesus Christ taught us to Love

our enemy.”

Warm ear forgetting to listen

clear, cool air rushing into your head

eyes watering, listening:

thrumming on the roof, the sharp band aid sound of tires pulling from glistening roadway

eyes closed, stained glass melting

Bright beads of water like falling stars, glimmering

little drops on your face

heavy on your eyelids

running in your soaking wet robe.

So happy

your lungs could burst, your face breaking open like a bright pink water balloon

This is Love.

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