The Wren

Full-songed, the wren

fills my window with music

to banish bad dreams.

I glimpse God.

March 24, 2018

Wilbur’s Message

I saw my neighbor,

a family-protected, mentally-challenged man,

but in their nearby hayfield

He threw back his arms,

arched his back,

and shouted for joy.

While I,

not heralding the day,

the glorious, sun-filled day,

sit here and ponder and question.

Why can’t I call forth the message?

Love, Lila