Old Wounds

OLD WOUNDS

Old scars if rubbed

Will scab and bleed;

Old aches return

With pressure.

A wounded heart

Of anger freed

Heals and breaks

In equal measure

Snow Day

Snow Day

Again, the call disturbing fitful sleep.

The ground, the whole world,

White and swirling.

The children, swaddled, nestled, snug,

Turn in dreams,

Their math the geometry of crystals,

Their compositions written in the sky.

Honk If You Love Jesus

Honk  if you love Jesus

From Heaven, it might sound 

like bleating sheep;

Up close, a gaggle of geese,

warning one another.

Right here, it is the horns 

of locking cars, testifying

that we store up earthly treasures 

against the dangers of church parking.