Image by Jannie Funster
There Are Churches
There are churches of words that poets yet unborn
will preside over oceans, hills and boardrooms with.
There are churches of moss by woodsy streams in which
mice will serve up hors d’oeuvres and dance tonight.
There are churches in our veins, running on the same iron
that won the wild west and keeps bubbling in a core soup.
But mostly, there are churches in your smile
and in the gift of every good thought you think.
Jannie Funster
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