Spring Parting

A crow flies over the ball field

its wings barely lit by the sun

  almost to the top of the yellow pines.


(my pastor is leaving)


The sun moves up

       inside the chapel

simplicity welcomes

      the reflections

                                       of bluebirds

                    fading into the walls


(my pastor is leaving)


The pews are stained with my tears

     echoes of my quiet cries to God,

give me strength

mix mud with my eyes

so i may see


A hawk flies over Peachtree Creek

where the shallow ford was crossed


(my pastor is leaving)


Childrens feet and prayer hands

clap and scramble

ring bells and sing

greet and grow

loud and boisterous

like the wild geese

announcing their place

heading away from here


(my pastor is leaving)


Faith is not sedentary

Faith must instigate and take flight

like this church

and the seasons

an the crow

and the bluebirds

and the hawk

and the wild geese

and the holy spirit


Our pastor is on the move.

We are all in flight.


Chris Buechner  2018


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