Father doesn’t judge
when we denounce each other
we denounce ourselves
don’t waste the gift of free will
love each other as he does
Father doesn’t judge
when we denounce each other
we denounce ourselves
don’t waste the gift of free will
love each other as he does
a summer monsoon
turning streets into rivers
don’t make them run red
I’m feeling a little melancholic this morning. Today will be the last time I will work from home as my workplace is transitioning everyone back into the building. I’m grateful for being able to stay working the entire time when many did not. I’m also joyful for this glimpse of something different, sometimes better sometimes not. Life goes on.
oatmeal and sliced fruit
a breeze slipping through the porch
a taste of fullness
lulling heat
missing the childhood naps
I did not take
watering
I stir to flight
a brown moth