Up, up, up

points the Spire of the steeple



I am reminded, 

once more 

of grade school Art class


Black shape cut outs

pasted on white poster board 

meant to imitate a city sky line 


Which looked nothing like the real thing

because our crayons didn't capture 

rust colored sunsets


or thin power lines covered with starlings



The black steeples, 

both fierce and fragile,

were more earnest than we imagined  




But God's work isn't done by God

It's done by people

Ani Difranco

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