this park is our church
(we rode past three on the way)
god is in details

dress-obsessed oldest
on a limb over a lake
this windy fall day

blessed to have new friends
and her two shadow sisters
nothing like my youth

(how i would have loved
my sister to include me–
just to be my friend)

outdoor play keeps them
a ring of companionship
beauty comes in threes

we don’t need sabbath
just the joy of our family
god lives in us all