I might have become a priest. What a disaster that would have been. And yet, had it happened, I might have found it the most wonderful thing in the world. Or maybe it did happen — long ago and far away, in a rocky, mountainous land.
Summer Service
a fly on the eucharist —
shsh, shsh
little children sound asleep
on the cool stones
on the cool stones
sound asleep
on the sanctuary floor.
Songs and Letters, May 7, 2008
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Categories: Songs and Letters
Tags: Armenia, Little Children, Poems, Poetry
William Michaelian 