Felt Board
In Sunday school we strained
to hear sandals scraping stone
snap and crackle of kindling
echo of gospel songs sung
in three part harmony
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego
overlays free floating
smiles all around, fronting
a fiery furnace more
beehive than crematorium
Nebuchadnezzar scowling
from the soft verge of his velvet palace
hush of orange aloe leaves
licking the plush pink
feet of an angel hovering over
the muffled din of a passing July morning.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Felt Board
In Sunday school we strained
to hear sandals scraping stone
snap and crackle of kindling
echo of gospel songs sung
in three part harmony
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego
overlays free floating
smiles all around, fronting
a fiery furnace more
beehive than crematorium
Nebuchadnezzar scowling
from the soft verge of his velvet palace
hush of orange aloe leaves
licking the plush pink
feet of an angel hovering over
the muffled din of a passing July morning.
