they have been told
they watched as it happened
they came to believe
the Advocate still remains
yet few accept peace given
they have been told
they watched as it happened
they came to believe
the Advocate still remains
yet few accept peace given
lazy Saturday
songbird concerto in bed
the chirp of a phone
an evening stroll
peering through a glass door
“Whatcha lookin’ at?”
swollen with rain
the river, out of its bed
carving a new path
even in the rain
the exuberant spirit
a robin’s dawn song