Under the Telephone Pole
at midnight on a hill
overlooking the city
i come to pray
and worship
lost and wondering
waiting to hear his voice
just a new found believer
searching for answers
the world i came from
was hopeless and desperate
I look up at the stars
into the eyes of the living god
not quite comprehending
that he would die
on a pole
to speak his love for me.
Sunday Worship
hiking the woods
i am in the assembly
of the created
autumn trees become
stained glass windows
the polyphony of canada geese
lift my eyes heavenward
the choir of aspen
clap their hands
in praise
the steeples beyond
ring urgent bells
a reminder
i am late
for worship
but today
i am in no hurry
Personal Bio: Cam Kurer received his English degree with an emphasis in creative writing from the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point. He has published his poetry in The Fredericksburg Literary Review, The Northern Cardinal Review, The Whirlwind Review, and others. He currently resides on a small farm in southeastern Wisconsin.
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