Blunt metal zip opening a whole new world
Sounds of three letter words shining through exclamations
As if to beckon God our Father closer
A mantra of his name
The organ’s nothing but a guitar strumming somewhere
Behind the pew
The first three chords of Ave Maria
Or the last three;
Were I to ask, you would agree
That it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard
Though it’s not played all that well.
That music carries nothing but the breathing of your prayers
That I should never stop.
Composed, I stumble into your Holy place
Still humming hollow melodies in our Father’s grace.