Upon Seeing a Fledgling Oriole (I Think) Lost on Our Front Stoop
I saw them come for him today…
Rushing around like a little, lively ant…
A church on a hill stands majestic and still…
Sometimes chocolate cupcakes feel like too much…
What do you have when you have writer’s block?
A man hung on a tree long ago for you and me…
Bones aching, muscles screaming, sides hurting…
If what You say is true, if who You are is real…
I saw them come for him today…
That glow I see at the horizon’s edge…