you dare
talk back.
One ragged sleeve of pain
worn inside out
so none heard
the scream, rolled up so tight
she’d need to bite down
to swallow the cry whole,
felt like
forever. . . .
One day
the angels came
woke her breathless
whispering her name:
a day so heavenly
everything
for a time
slowed
down
(heart beating in her mouth)
saw sun rise
burst into her eyes
such a large fair green place
space enough to stand straight up in—
And then
she said, mommy,
I’ve seen God!
Sunflowers
“and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.”
(Psalm 19.6)
God’s Sun
flowers flames green-gold
lines gone forth out of Him—
takes truants a-sudden
hauls holds steady
heart to heart—
rends not garments
the will clean clothed anew
in the sheer mercy-might of Him—
then
fires again
even greater gold—
the heat thereof
being His
only.
Manitoba Trees
Poplars aglow surely know of times to come,
simply throw themselves into life—
reckless as lovers, reel sideways
skyways, any way, agile beyond belief
every leaf angling, spun in sun
awash with light
in spite of dry heat.
What does it mean
that these brave trees seem eternally bent upon
such a vast chloroplastic blast
long to outlast their first June greening
too soon cast down, silvered
under God’s own eye?
May we never forget
their photosynthetic rush against all odds
how weathering harsh storms they warm
(for a time) even these dull-rooted
winter-ward hearts
they bow to.
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