Up, up, up
points the Spire of the steeple
I am reminded,
once more
of grade school Art class
Black shape cut outs
pasted on white poster board
meant to imitate a city sky line
Which looked nothing like the real thing
because our crayons didn't capture
rust colored sunsets
or thin power lines covered with starlings
also
The black steeples,
both fierce and fragile,
were more earnest than we imagined
But God's work isn't done by God
It's done by people
Ani Difranco