Elida feels closest to Father God in his airy house--the Cathedral of Sky, surrounded by pillars of pine.
Here is a sneak peek at her safest of places. This journal entry by Elida is after an embarrassing incident at church.
Tell you to stop holding white babies.
Look at you odd when they see your skin.
It was two weeks ago,
But still I can’t stop thinking
Of Little Her
Squirrels don’t say anything
Which is the beauty
Of having them
As creatures in your congregation.
I have a Sanctuary
In the forest behind the fields and Mr. Brown‘s cottage
I garden there, collect bits of things
Every day I can spare
Like this glorious Thursday afternoon
But mostly I go there to praise
The Father of all creatures
To the drumbeat of my heart
My songs warbling
Up the pillars of pines
To the cathedral of blue sky
Among the chatter of squirrels
So unlike the chatter of women
With Sunday hats and hard hearts
And the hypocrisy of Pharisees.