The Small White Church

July opens the door to summer
A strong wind moves the trees
In a park I walk on green grass
with daisies and clovers
While white butterflies dance
around me

And in the middle
a small white church stands
in sacred devotion
Inside the angels sing
about the force of purest love

The wind bends the grass
Birds surf the air
My hair and dress
wave like a flag
On a Summer day in a park
As I enter the white church
and let the sound of angels
surround me

©RoseGirl2018