THE CHAPEL

Crow made the cupola 
with their flight.

The oak were the arches.

The meadow, the high altar.

Train whistles, dog barks, children

laughing, were the voices of the choir.

The sunlight was the sermon.

Experience, strength and hope,

the chalice and the wafer,

offered with humility,

and with humor, by those

brave enough to speak.

Faith was in the fellowship

that blew through the circle of us

like a breeze climbing 

the steps of a secret steeple.