Suddenly my suburb is surrounded by churches
In every direction. We are hemmed in by Love
Like Sunday, Sunday every day of the week.
The modern steeples, coppery and chic
The formstone walls, the abstract garish glass
Draw to their their side the sabbath-enamelled cars.
Formerly we were just a collection of medium-priced
Houses on a middleclass prairie.
Now we are a community in Christ.
