Watching the surf cover up my toes
Breathing the salt air from the coast.
Ten years old with my eyes pressed closed.
Life is a church.

Remembering first love’s tender kiss.
Mourning the loss of my innocence,
The bittersweet taste of it on my lips.

Life is a church.
These are the sacraments.
This is the altar.
Love is the spirit
Making the blue planet turn.
Life is a church.

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Watching my baby being born
Written all over you, pain and joy
Holding your hand, it’s a little boy.

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Ashes to ashes, earth to earth.
The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt.
My little boy asks me, “does goodbye always hurt?”

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