The blue heron stands
Still on one leg and summons
Its congregation.
Beside the water
We gather in reverence
To pray with our eyes
And ears – the morning
Filled with the creator’s best
Gifts for all who come.
This is our haven
Where the human tongue grows still
And the light speaks life.
Our dog grows restless
And is ready to pursue
A new avenue
So we leave this church
And set our feet toward a
Fresh day filled with sky.
Penguin Poems 