| Waco |
Where the Magnolias bloom—
Chip and Jo’s shiplap-vision for their home.
The Silos, gentle white pillars, catch the sun and
Toss it through the windows of
Finely splintering light.
And pews catch it and convert it
To song and a special feeling,
Almost returning meaning to that
Worn place of worship,
Even though His likeness is
We give them grace because
They’re just trying to please.
Still, the meaning is robbed.
Can what is taken
Be given back by simply loving?
I don’t know.
But perhaps I will know
After a grilled cheese and some sun-warmed sweet tea.
Meanwhile, the rest of the town Bears through,
Forever proud of Chip and Jo.