Springtime in the Village

The windows are open again,
and outside, everything is waking up at once.
People are spilling out into the streets,
like swarms of noisy bees.

When summer comes,
and the sun beckons everyone from their homes;
when it calls them out to worship,

there will be bands in celebration,
and communion on every patio.

There will be singing in the church,
and concerts in the garden.

Their hymns of strings will rise,
in the balmy night air,
where lawn chairs line the path.

Couples will walk hand in hand, each in rhythm with the other.

And they will do this for no other purpose,
but to be held by the arms,

of a new and holy season.