This Precious Life

Take me down to a road I know
where flowers germinate
in twists and bunches
and I can touch any colour
with my heart and soul

an aching foot journey,
sweat-stained shirt
a sign of accomplishing ways.

Giggling children splash
through puddles, frogs
losing to the rush of strides

music in the church
people standing, guitars and
organs pumping sounds
as voices in prayerful exchange.

© Richard L. Provencher