poetry by j matthew waters

sunday with nana

when I was a little girl she said
I sang in the children’s choir
and everybody loved us

we smiled and tried to imagine
how nana could ever have been
a little girl singing in church

like a magician she pulled psalms
out of her throat and lifted them
high into the glorious air

angels appeared playing flutes
and trumpets and approving the
perfection that was her voice

september two thousand thirteen
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8 thoughts on “sunday with nana

  1. perfect spiritual poem for a Sunday morning..Thanks for sharing

  2. cyberbonn on said:

    boy do I miss MY nana

  3. Very beautiful, John…

  4. This is beautiful on so many levels…

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