Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well-lived.
leave us naked
empty days and nights
your feasting strips humility
scraps of audacity linger-longer
Standing outside, admiring Joan Miro’s outdoor sculpture…
we were invited into The Chicago Temple by a passerby. It was absolutely beautiful inside. Ornate wood and stained glass warmed the interior and our noses.
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