a space away
ribbon pressed between
the printed word
heard by angels in the
wooden rafters
i call out across
the creaky pew
my words too few and
softer than the barking dog
to fall upon your perfect ear
fear, fear, fear, love
the promises of mud
but you are rapt
angelic vision to my
aching view
how far away
i die
all God’s beauty in your
shining eye