Michael Bergman


The Pelican

On a cool, misty morning stands the church by the sea -
Through painted glass, a spectral view of nature's spree;
Upon the cob-webbed altar, hang the body, Christ;
The silent congregation it mournfully presides.

On the grey sands of the shore, saltwater seeps -
Down her breast, the blessed Mother weeps;
White crabs emerge from their dark, salty homes;
Morning brings light through a mix of ethereal tones.

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