You love old things, dead things,
the crumbling country chapel
the cellar walls where green shoots grow
through: rot-black planks, shattered
saints in violet stained glass,
up, over the rat burrowed pews
You climb in the pulpit, sunshine
crowning you before a crooked cross
You wag a found, floodwarped Bible,
shout in tongues of angels, the breath of life
blows through the dust and carries
the blue jays away
Tommy lives in Southern California with his wife, Alyssa, and their two children, Atticus and Gwendolyn, where he serves as a pastor. His poetry has appeared in The Curator, Rock & Sling, Ekstasis, and elsewhere.
Artwork: The Old Tower by Vincent can Gogh, 1884. Public Domain.