all end things come to a good
ultimately;
see that old cornfield
in the foreground?
See that steeple before
it was amputated?
See those 60 members
gathered on the front steps,
like the bock beer syrup
scraped from the brewery kettles
across the freeway;
die-hards who would not desert
their beloved kirche;
see the young minister with them
on his first assignment
out of seminary,
who guided the establishment
of a homeless shelter
from the deserted parochial school building?
23 years later, still standing,
and taller?
Who guided, too, a neighborhood
interest-free home improvement
loan program
from the church's dwindling funds?
A dying church spilling itself,
was that a godly gesture?
Copper gutters disappearing, vomit
on those very front steps......
You don't know about me
and I don't know about you
but that cornfield became
a garden, regardless.
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