Is there religion
of the eyes? How the clapboards
of the white Baptist
Church shine this morning!
Even the tatty steeple leaves
its mark on the blue.
It’s not the people
but the old church that deserves
a place in the sun.
Is there religion
of the eyes? How the clapboards
of the white Baptist
Church shine this morning!
Even the tatty steeple leaves
its mark on the blue.
It’s not the people
but the old church that deserves
a place in the sun.