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.