Shouting out
from his piñon pulpit
the choir in the cholla
a meadowlark waiting
to sing today's hymns
"
I am the dark wind, the Breath
that spins the world!"
From my rough-hewn pew
beneath a juniper
I listen to his sermon
seeking enlightenment
from a dark guide
"I am the black cloud, the Water
that awakens life!"
Beside me, a rabbit
whispers, "you cannot turn
the devil away
just with scripture.
Give yourself to God!
Give yourself to God!"
The sky itself has become
a black wing
as I turn away
out of the desert
"Thank you, brother!,
for taking the time.
It is good to see you
In church again!" mjh
5/23/99
revised 7/3/03
Copyright © 2003 by Mark Justice Hinton.
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