Bird banter beckons
church bells
in the distance but
never further 
than the corner.

Church of calling not of cross –
neither preordained,
nor built for loss 
– the sanctuary you know and serve
that sacred source,
your soul’s preserve.

Some nurture their nature,
others reject rules retold:
a Coincidence of collision
when we meet at the fold. 

As I ponder, I pause to wonder 
– if a single purpose
melts us here
to mingle longer.