Poem:Unappreciated Artist

Mended knees and patchy sweaters
The art of a hand that has nothing to waste
Sewing together ripped fabric and lives
Weaving together all of those threads
That really want to fray holding them

Poem: The Beginning of the First Day

Now is the moment of choosing
Facing an unseeable enemy
Versus suffering immeasurable
Losses in the form of knowledge
And those tentative friendships

Poem: Good News

Do you hear their cries lord
As they raise them to you

Your name and your mothers name
The Holy Spirit and father
On their lips calling out
From cages where they sit alone
No mother
No father

Only you