The robin is the god in the garden
He returns in the spring, bringing back the light.
Fearless, he follows me,
waiting for worms in the loosened loam.

The cardinal is Ares, preceding his mate,
patrolling his perimeter
and fighting off foes.

Grackles trail the gods, acolytes in the tabernacle.

The sparrows, bodhisattvas, flit,
just this side of enlightenment.

Shared for dverse open link on June 27, 2019

5 thoughts on “Chapel

  1. Sorry for this late response.

    All the birds in my yard! I enjoyed the way you described their designated roles. The last two lines really added another layer to your poem.

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