One Kind of Glory Fire-starter, you smoldering coal Who will not be put out but by gentle hands Branded with divine injustice; May you burn never too bright to look upon Never too hot to hold near. Little sun, small wonder Some would shrink away in fear. May you burn never too low to light the way home Never too Read More

Rain Falls Rain, they said, it should rain today And we looked up at the clouds Which had everything necessary But they were busy in the sun And we got no rain that day What we got was a promise Dark and bitter, like a seed Which crushes into powder Between wincing teeth And you would spit it out But Read More

Ovation O happy tree, whose glad hands Pass along seven loaves Of broken sunlight – Teach me to sing In your susurrus chorus, Lifted by an unseen wind. 7/28/2019

Hem Red sky, red and pink Orange and purple and gold and blue All aflame in effulgent glory The hustling clouds cannot quite contain Halted, astonished, embarrassed, amazed Stained with excess incandescent grace 1/11/2020