“A Congregation of Umbrellas” read by Marcia N. Lynch.
A Congregation of Umbrellas
by Marcia N. Lynch
A congregation of umbrellas
Wait with folded wings,
Dripping in the narthex
While the church choir sings.
Leaning there like dominoes
In the cloakroom hall,
They dream of shiny puddles
As outside, raindrops fall.
The drooping, glistening leaves,
The rhythm of the drops,
The splash of windshield wipers
In the parking lot.
Yearning for the wet world,
The moist and fragrant air,
Eager for their masters
To retrieve them there.
Waiting for their hinged spokes
To stretch and spread again,
And to share the wonder
Of God’s gentle rain.
About the Poet
Once upon a time Marcia N. Lynch was a children’s film editor, crafting live-action fairy tales for PBS. She and her husband of 40 years live in Arlington, Virginia where one of her poems was chosen by the ArlingtonArts Moving Words competition to ride around on the local buses. She has just published her first book of poetry for children available on Amazon, Dear Miss Tickle: Poetry and Art for the Young at Heart.
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