| 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

The church,

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

Gone.

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.