Scant yards away the asphalt stews beside
a shell that crowds this well-heeled thoroughfare.
Imagine faces leathered by sun-parched air,
strong hands in search of one more glory ride.
There must have been complaints--implied
by any holy house deprived of prayer.
Perhaps the deacons should have been austere
enough to ward off risk of patricide.
Next door, a poodle grooming service thrives.
Across the street, insurance limits loss.
So strange to see a stained glass sacrifice.
Here every other enterprise survives.
Yet grace still lives within a peeling cross,
and no one can complain about the price.
From A Poetry Break (Ocean Publishing, 2004)
Used with the authorís permission.
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Kay Day is one of those writers who does it all--poetry, memoir, nonfiction, journalism, technical...you name it, she does it--and does it well. Host of a daily syndicated blog called "The US Report," and a columnist for the online version of The Writer Magazine, Kay is the author of an award-winning poetry collection and a memoir. A former South Carolinian now living in Jacksonville, Florida, Kay's work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies and she is a frequent guest at schools and book events. She will serve as senior media analyst at the Congressional Medal of Honor Society Convention in Charleson, SC, in the fall of 2010.
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