Monday, November 28, 2011


Savannah, GA

We crept in the darkened door of a candlelit chapel
filled with the believers, the hopeful and a homeless man in a dirty knit cap.

Angelic voices flowed over us evoking the pinnacle of heaven
or a nicely appointed movie set.

The believers silently faithful.

The two of us quietly wistful.

The homeless man warming his bones
at the hearth of a Gregorian goodnight to God.

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