something different

Here's a different kind of thought; a recently composed poem.

Black Socks

I still need black socks

In retirement

Which do not draw attention to themselves

In holy moments of wine and wafer.

Bright or odd will do- and more than do-

At other times; a vibrant or off-centre statement

Affirming joy and good.

But now, unseen black socks

Will forward holiness. Such little things,

So great a vista; the widow’s mite to aid

Unseen touches on the hem of God.