Sermon

[Larry]

among the chapel's purple cloth
and lavender wisps, that haunt
the pews with invisible scent,
i saw you sitting there, alone
through the eyes of one faithless

and while an organist's fast fingertips
dashed, sending sighs of sound
through the lonely home of god,
worshipers, crowding like peasants
left in linear mobs at the final blessing

yet, among the chapel’s statuettes
and stained glass scenery, that let
light arrive in hues of sinking blue
and red blood radiance
i caught a bit of god in you, that day

a bit of God between the wooden walls-
and rosary wrapped fingertips
folded on her frozen lips-
while all around was quiet-
A sermon taught in silence