Post by gmspencer on Jul 7, 2009 10:37:25 GMT -5
Upon finding a Swallow’s Nest
In the pulpit of Sandy Creek
Primative Baptist Church,
Which had been Abandoned for Some Time
Love’s brooding wings
do not bring forth
her own.
Straw strewn from this nest,
like tubes of gold have rolled to rest
in the unpolished corners of this Temple.
So do I flee, when love beats
upon my
head, to spread
me where I would not go.
In the pulpit of Sandy Creek
Primative Baptist Church,
Which had been Abandoned for Some Time
Love’s brooding wings
do not bring forth
her own.
Straw strewn from this nest,
like tubes of gold have rolled to rest
in the unpolished corners of this Temple.
So do I flee, when love beats
upon my
head, to spread
me where I would not go.