I attended a drive through service
not like the fried chicken joint on the corner
or the liquor store that’s never
close. This worship, broken, by parked cars in cramp
parked spaces. Horns tutted, as tambourines.
the shocks on our SUV’s are gone. Reverberating
communion, the preacher dressed in gladness
through the madness of a pandemic
we joined car to car to worship
under the sunshine, under the decaying cross
dripping with mortals singing.
Three block away from where I live
in nature we drive away
having received God in our cars.
kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 