— Nick Butterfield
There is a church on a corner at the end of a row of old brick buildings.
I think it has always been there though I hear it more then see it.
As I cross along the railroad at dusk, neighbors are met in front
with a handshake and sometimes used clothes.
The name of the church has a heart shape in front of the name:
‘Amor Viviente’ which must mean the true religion.
I’ve seen miracles come from there, babies and paraplegics.
Righteous and straight as the railroad ties near by..
can make the blind see and the deaf whistle.
“I hear you Lord” someone says
as the world and the train in it