Thursday, September 17, 2009

written at the beach

by my very good friend, Muriel.

Among the trees that arch the bay

The mumbling bees drop in to pray

Taking Communion hour by hour

From the Chaliced purple flower

The chorister mouse sedately walks

Among the aisles of seaweed stalks

The butterflies like angels passed

Above the buttresses of grass

And here the gentle God is praised

Where chanted psalms to Him are raised

By murmurings of man, bee, and mouse

Among the pillars of His house.

By Muriel Christian Crusoe

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