Innsbruck (poem)

"In the name of the Father,
and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Lord, we give You thanks for all Your gifts.
Amen."

She walked into the sanctuary of Grace Lutheran,
where the bougainvillea robe of a saint
dripped onto a polished pew.
I sat beside it.

"In the image of You, You created us;
Male and female You created us;"

She sat on the stairwell that led upstairs,
where the host invited us to coffee.

"Innsbruck, I must leave you."