Services

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Church and me ain’t never been close

Nature is my spiritual house

My fellows bugs and tree and mouse

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I find the rhetoric morose

Jack in his pulpit speaks to me

Where he stands is where I’ll be

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Frankly I avoid the pathos

Marigolds are my church choir

Passion flower is the friar

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I don’t get the religiose

Assumption lilies are my text

And crown of thorns guide what’s next

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There’s no need for the grandiose

Soft lady’s mantle comforts me

Where nature preaches I will be.

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(A Constanza Poem)