Sweet, sweet tea of the morning
& a glass of old-style
Kool-Aid I insist
cos its summer
& we'll need it,

& then we stroll on out
down Main Street
& over the bridge
just past the station
to the old
Baptist Church,

where I suggest
we rest awhile
just to take
the weight off
our feet,

& we sit all
relaxed & resting
& there's a
slight discomfort,
I can feel it,

oh relax I say
just enjoy
the quiet,

& I feel it myself,
the waves,
the shimmering

& the colors
from the glass windows
shine so brightly
& we talk
so objectively
about this,
all logic
& such,

but then it hits
& you all get nervous
& wonder what
is happening,

& I confess
to the plan
& say just
go with it,
go with it,
all will be well,

& light talk goes on
all thought & surmise
& the figure so sweet
all compassion
& sacrifice
grabs hold
& we still chat
but slowly,
slowly,

& Look at the Windows
I say,
& we gaze so
way up there
and the jeweled
light cascades
all reds,
yellows,
blues,

& from inside
after the chit-chat ebbs,
comes flowing
the grace
& the love
& the power

& the Divine
is with us now,
right here
from us
right now,

& we weep
& God is Love,
& we weep,
& we weep