POETRY
Arkansas Sirens
Birdsong hymns, road-rattle psalms
along dirt trails beneath long
canopied trees. Pines used for boxes
and oaks for tire swings. Steeples hidden
in the boughs for all the squirrels to see.
Bells, chiming bells, the voice of noon
time sun speaking his sermon among
the sloped slumped ridges of congregation.
A lazy nation, in hesitation, to leave
their leafy shade for the valleys clear
and harvests full of followers falling
upon their knees. Hark! See the stars
when the sunset bleeds to night. Wonder
beneath them why the world calls, speaks holy
words when you step outside your door.
A benevolent benediction.
Singing softly to our senses.
Marshall Cunningham is a Christian writer from Conway, Arkansas. He recently graduated from the University of Central Arkansas with a Bachelors in English and Creative Writing alongside a minor in Honors Interdisciplinary Studies. Marshall’s been a lifelong writer, and has committed his life to writing, publishing, and selling Christian fiction through his up-and-coming businesses.
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