God’s fools congregate
in the hall of absentees.
Let you in, late.
Let you out, please.
In case you wondered, here “fools” doesn’t mean idiots but jesters or innocents
pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0
religion
Dreaming of cathedrals
Dreaming of cathedrals
you float through the cold.
Why did Sunday run away?
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine
Spirituality is not
Spirituality is not
a gift shop.
Not yodelling or mazes
or crystals or church.
A reluctant noun,
it would rather be
a private verb,
a silent move
like go or flow
or sting or stray
or love.
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Rachel McAlpine
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 