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…
We were warmed by cabin fire
away from it all.