nothing is heavier than air
that fills an empty crib
hollow and crushing
hush little nothing
Is there anything more irreverent
than peals of laughter and the
of tiny dress shoes running in the hall?
Few are closer to heaven than disruptive children
bright church bells clanging in the sunshine.
how can broken people heal a shattered world?
maybe we can’t.
maybe we’re not
what if we just wait for the flood?
it cannot be much longer until God regrets, undoes
what we’ve said They’ve done
our veins pulse with shame, for shame
we are the drought
s h a m e.