for once in their lives
everyone should hear the words
“This is my Beloved”
not because we’re deserving
but because Love needs to speak
for once in their lives
everyone should hear the words
“This is my Beloved”
not because we’re deserving
but because Love needs to speak
night before big storm
all the stores being emptied
all for snow flurries
just before darkness
a hymn with many voices
migrants passing through
where road bends sharply
everyone slows to crawl
sunrise floods the turn
standing in sunlight
deer graze on shrinking shadow
pulling back winter