Easter 2006

The call to prayers is everything
this morning.
Robins lead with songs of praise.

There's gladness in the pink of dawn.
Still, hope wears thin
like clothes too often laundered.

We must always be reminded
that flesh is loaned.
What's mine's not mine to squander.

Oh, I remember Sunrise Service
when I was young!
I shivered in my summer clothing.

The hymns of praise
were the first time I heard my voice
thin out in space.

Maybe faith needs walls and a roof.

I have to grin
at the clamor of birds in Virginia.
Sheer provocation!

Sex is always the preoccupation
of birds and men.