Sunrise Service

Sunrise Service

 

There was no wine; my coffee cup served as

sacrament  to ward off the early Spring chill,

apple blossoms were dots of light

and dogwoods stretched reverently,

still life stained at four points.

 

There was no altar, except the wood table

damp with dew, no congregation, save one member

who occupied its pews,

but listen -  oh listen!

 

for cicadas murmuring a Creed.

the Light rose like a prayer;

and a choir of sparrows sang canticles for The Son.