“Oh turn to me and have mercy on me! Give Your strength to Your servant, and save the son of Your maidservant.” Ps. 86:16 Rolling sheaves in golden hillsWindswept ambertresses curling shouldersKissed by frostValleys dipping ‘tween the hillswhere everything was lost. Why the death that stalks our door?What, my God, is living forif trusting You …
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we have a future
Many times they called us goneEmpty streetsJobs and laughter, song -Gone.But from the quiet rose a soundat first a whisperthen resounding with a hundred-thousandlost-get-found: It is finished.We know where we belong. Bells and frozen palaces are shakenOne brave prayer and then anotherrestoring what was takenYoung and old andmiddlersTake their standThey breatheTaking faith, promise, andeach other …
a strange sound
My feet drawn down the vacant roadMore wide and grey than everLate winter sun attempts to warm the dirty icebut can’tand storm-ripe air is giving way to northern might.I hunch my shoulderspass the few who break the moldwho brave the virus and the cold: The homelessThe dog walkersThe old. I’m not going anywhere,my feet point …
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