Raven shakes needles on our table.
Cedars and starfish.
The squirrel won’t leave but he does.
Tag Archives: poetry
You don’t have to do it
You just have to let God do it through you
No thank you to A.I. glasses
Give me the eyes of the heart
Ordinary time: Learning to listen
To the lines
that set up the line
that everyone remembers
Fear and vanity run ahead
To set their traps
Ink
Shadow passing over
the fate of the tree
Pruning, seeking
No less of the maple
Just more of the sky
Sorrow, she brightens
When Hope takes her hand
The man who has seen it all knows
I pointed out the spill:
Did he want to change his shirt?
“Don’t worry about it, Tim.
It’s part of the design.”
Ethics
Why does the good always have to sit with all the rest?
You’re always having to fish it out of the pile –
everything a mess and a jumble!
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