From 2017.
Blessed Space
In this blessed space,
the narrow brick-paved lane
behind First Congregational,
I walk with you.
In this blessed space,
a table for two at the Cool Blues Café,
I sit with you, and we laugh.
In this blessed space,
where squirrels scamper
under a blossom-birthing sun
toward leaves of preternatural green,
I sing to you in my old ham voice
that cracks on the high notes.
In this blessed space,
where saints and angels repair
the havoc of demagogues
by keeping holy silence,
I pray with you, I pray for you,
the waters of gratitude
bulging above the heart-brim.
In this blessed space,
a room of light and art
and books and music,
you are the host,
I am the guest.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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Written on 2023-05-23 at 10:47




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