Cutting into the old girl
Takes time. Weathered stones
Facing west await the saw.
Block upon block arising
Calcium spur removed
Tap and smooth the joint
Build my church with mortar, grace
And a minor sixth. Until my feet
Reach. And the swaying stops.
Stand in the gap. Brace one
Another. Sing, and go up
To the light on the hill.
November 22, 2014
