The woman in a leopard skin jacket
now with legs crossed, sits at the front corner
of the wooden ceiling church. Her hair
is long and faded blond. Her glasses are oggly black.
She has lost two husbands.
As I wonder about her age,
the pastor wakes me with a joke about how few of us have jobs. Into the hymn we're singing.
"What is Man, that Thou art mindful of him."
My heart soars from the basement of spidery thoughts
about how unworthy I am in this God-forsaken town,
to the top of Himalayas, my spirit round and rosy again.
No longer do I dwindle to sub-human status.
I'm a child of the Lord again, as always.
Inner peace and joy are mine.
Copyright 2008 Kathy Kopp
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for more years than I can recount, you got me to thinking with
this one. Yes, well done. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Edwin
Regis