The Crock of Tea.

At top of the Apex winged creatures 
Sits the Robe of Christ the Holy Church
These apex’s are the Church heads
Between the Earth and the Moon sits darkness
A site today and yes I am read and said by days light
Not recognized I gave no wealth in scale bitter bread
The dark is quiet and wide but a mist to keep up to
Or away from because all the roads having been red
Stain history so that natures small children it’s tiny birds
Add as darkness evades morning the little red birds song
Sing a morning prayer their song fills the void left by nights flight
The children of Lot children of Elizabeth have a place in history
Noticeably without blood on their hands but sci fi, fantasy 
Is at best guess like the seasons free to be Saint or Sinner 
Be you that and free a crock of tea coffee and pencil in hand
If you die from any of above you will pay the paupers 
cross the night safely be that you reaching up my view

Looking down my memory looms the way I am and came

And today pity the crossing day into night the sea Carries 

Todays media reported 167,000 children left homeless in tears

Due to the Coronavirus in the United States that the light exhibits 

Don’t add to the tea another lump of sorrow by adding to war  

Along the Ukrainian border.