An eternity
Grows in our midst
With each year like vines
Clinging gently
To this white wood porch
Where life settles
Watching souls climb up
Before dawn

Like a lifetime built
After sunrise
On some farmhouse lost
Between moments
Seeing God rail through
Blowing whistles
Driving trains right by
While we pray

Rocking back and forth
Like these angels
Trimming weeds from dirt
Still beneath us
Letting flowers bloom
Out of worship
Along paneled walls
Catching rays

Which enable faith
If there’s rain
Like those smallest seeds
Sprouting gospel
Knowing summer’s warmth
Stays eternal
Near that tiny ranch
Time forgets

Does exist right here
Despite fears
Or concerns with death
Bringing winter
Keeping hands inside
Near their fires
Until most can learn
Snow will melt

When agreeing warmth
Is one flame
Truly kindled now
Through believing
Such determined plants
Remain thriving
Since they realize
Seasons can pass.

• J. Pigno