we move through Sunday
finishing written work
reading words from foreigners
disappearing into imaginary worlds.

we step into the reality
of controlled chaos,
endlessly flashing lights,
banging balls, screaming children.

birthday party aside, we slip into nature,
our shoes sliding across dirt
that tickles the wind with views
of waterfowl-filled wetlands.

this isn’t the church he grew up with
(the one i never knew)
but with fingers interlaced
we can still see the true beauty of God.