A-flutter amidst the Sunday sippers,
She twitters and twits, her eyes a-gleam.
With trembling pats and bashful titters,
She gathers cheer on hummingbird wings.
She alights between the cups and chatters,
Her head a-tilt, her faith and love ablaze,
To perch, alert, embracing laughter
Erasing tears in wispy breaths of grace.
Her wings have folded, her soul distilled
Yet memory shimmers as wet eyes glimmer
Beside the crumbs and drips and spills
Within these sacred walls, her spirit lingers
- A pause, a pulse, a moment’s grace to fill.-