Saturday morning

first light of day
bright silence rules

sun, fresh coffee
illuminate fleeting,
holy solemnity

First steaming mug
is communion, a
shared indulgence

professing to dog;
Rat-terrier, canine
father-confessor

What can I say?
We’re Protestants

Progression

The faith of middle age

bears little resemblance
to the spirituality of youth

what passed for insight
at twenty was a liturgical
hedonism of belief

The faith of my middle years
is more tangible, palpable,
believable, less explainable
but far more credible
to anyone bothering
to pay attention.