Sunday Afternoon

Harmonies in rise and fall, fall and rise;

Sea’s tide echoes off four block walls of that African church.

Across the sandy field with ear to the door,

Wave pushing forward, bubbling fervor of breath and Spirit;

Souls lifting salty offering,

Song of Ascent, poured out,

Splashing down on Galilee’s shore,

Feet of Christ wetted with tears.

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