A Hot April Sunday

Sitting in church on a hot April Sunday
Wishing you’d sat in a shadier spot
And wore something brighter and a little less tighter
Forgetting to plan more often than not.
But forget the plans because they serve nothing more
Than to stifle your whimsy and nail your feet to the floor.
And if it’s in church that you feel you must be
Sit near the back where you’re freer to flee
To watch the wind chase the clouds to the sides of the sky
As you bask in the warm breeze of April’s sweet sigh.
If you’re Heaven bound, there’s no need to die
Because Heaven’s right here—just step outside!

Photo Credit: “Deconstructed Church” (www.lovethispic.com, Image #24536)

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1 Comment

Filed under National Poetry Month, Poems

One response to “A Hot April Sunday

  1. Sharon Matchett

    Love the mental picture of the wind chasing the clouds to the sides of the sky.

    Like

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