
crowded horizon
searching for something unseen
when is it too late

crowded horizon
searching for something unseen
when is it too late
in the eyes of God
none are greater or less
all are coequal
when leaders become servants
the Kingdom of God is come
four a.m. wake up
a gathering of barred owls
who really cares who

even a small light
can be seen from some distance
when all else is dark
absence of birdsongs
darkness encroaching on walks
summer goes quietly