Praying you are blessed.

poetry challenging worship.

or scared to heaven by poems,

taking you to a street corner where

people have exited some dive,

to a dead end street.

We looked through the window,

while an answer to prayer knocked on the door of

the broken hearted about to take her life.

Chilled at times in Riverdale Woods

awakened by the blue jay squawk

sleeping bag covered by blanket…

of snow.

We were warmed by cabin fire

away from it all.

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