We enter a cathedral at sun set.
Smell the incense?
Diving into Holiness.
Drawing deep breaths in the depths.
Buoyed prayers, as bubbles,
rise through the sacredness of
the seventh day sea.
Then, at next sun set,
wine becomes water again.
In the coming six days immersions,
all we get is wet.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 