|Twilight (standard:poetry, 126 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Jun 16 2003||Views/Reads: 1828/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|About time and doubt.|
Twilight by Jack Straw . A white rustic church with spire set in the twilight by the side of the road as if a toy in some child's playset where I used to go . There were memories even then of doubt as I listened to the pious voices of the devout the shuffling of tired feet on artificial ground the miracles of man in a faraway land . No angels but birds fly through this corralling dusk the voice of the crickets have become the choir of a cleric moon offering its Eucharist through the branches of puzzling trees . But sermons go on too long and little children are given to sleep when words are only words and mother's lap the soul of eternity Tweet
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