A blue heron

A blue heron, three frogs, some water.
Reeds.
Me.

This is my credo statement.
The soul needs no campaign buttons.

The divine vocabulary is whippoorwills and cicadas.
Its grammar is up, earthward, towards the heart, and
always
still

Water.
Reeds.
Three frogs.
The gap left by a blue heron.
Me.

About bobjanisdillon

Unitarian Universalist minister, poet, husband, father, three-chord guitar wonder.
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