Pure July in the Morning
"Everything is pure for someone whose heart is pure."
Dangling leaves wave like the
jangles of a tambourine on the cool
July morning air.
Grandmas poke playful children
on walks beside churches and
Rules can't replace the purity of
eyes that see skyblue half moons
at the morning's grand opening.
Some found their work early, some golfed
late into the day, some took teenage advice
about nonsense, schoolgirls' advice about play.
Some joined hands between houses while
the songbirds sang tree-to-tree boasting
the sapphire murals upon the sky.
Untold stories need no telling when
hearts awash with Christ-love
see only Handprints upon every hour, act,
and reunion of man-to-man, friend-to-friend.