we’re all one body
white, black, red, yellow, or brown
all hurt when beaten
when cells no longer feel pain
they’re dead and must be revived
it’s a mystery
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
in the beginning
who else witnessed the Big Bang
reason does not exclude faith
a field of blackbirds
feeding on dew and sunshine
yet all is not well
praises are not springing fresh
when all men are not brothers
P.S. With apologies to Cat Stevens
in evening light
the flight of cottonwood fluffs
caught up in the wind
unpredictable currents
carrying us all downstream