tangent thought

The Church (Of Yore Choice)

dig that church man, dig it.
dig it in all its minute reality - bubbled
capture its authenticity and don't look back
dig it because it's there
dig its distinctness in a sea of fakeness
even if you don't believe
you can see it still
see its essence and its majesty
wrap your mind's window curtains around it there
dig it in its solitude
for few notice such things (and dig that too!)
dig its depth and despair
dig it as much as you don't dig the business towers, new,
surrounding and higher
as man grows nature shrinks
dig why the church remains
dig life or dig a grave
remember the ones who go each day
know they're not all the same
but that church man, that there is everywhere in one place
you don't have to look up or feel deep
just know its there because it is even when you pass it by
dig it if it crumbles, a piece of you is gone
dig a piece of us all.