we’ve switched over to the summer comforter
it was cold when everything happened
but now the heat presses in upon us
a certainty of Summer
we welcome in these strange times
wind ravaged a tree, sent a hatchling to his death new life we watched from the window now an upturned nest
vacant of mother’s pressing presence
what cause have we to cry
of simple things lost
while all around us chaos
caresses the masses
i hold to the robes of the Shepherd
my path uprooted before me
i follow the steps of the Savior
who said Peace be to the storm and be still
AbyKittiwake 