December Traveler's Blessing

St. Mary's Church
stood here years before
the climbing ramps of Route 131
concealed her lower half.

Nestled beneath beneath a raised scar,
adjacent to abandoned lots below, 
under the fake windsounds of the open lanes,
plastic bags snaged in a wire fence blow. 

Elaborate shingle patterns rise above the rigid lanes
set against a backdrop of the heavens.
Mary, Father Son and Holy Ghost -
your winter traveler blessing beckons.