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)
A Picture and a Poem 