Poetry
The Second Adam
Where the four rivers ran and parted their ways
In the ancient grove in the first of days
The Image of God woke and stretched out his hands
To join with his Creator in working the clay.
Pandemic Pantoum
They told me several things the other day:
“Wearing masks could help to save more lives;”
And something else that made me more afraid:
“Most of this pandemic is a lie.”
In the Boat
Oh Jesus, I don’t know what this storm’s gonna do
But I know for sure it’ll listen to you.
Lost Siblings
I lie awake in the orphanage bed,
The songs have been sung and the prayers have been read.
The kindly sisters have kissed our brows
And tucked us in to let us drowse.
