Sowing Lessons

photo by milind ruparel at Unsplash

Blackbirds leave the wire

like so many needles

abandoning the seam.

We’re undone under

sniper laden skies,

a broken tale of light lacking direction.

I can’t get nearer my God to Thee,

unless I get closer to you,

and you, and you, to me.

Hate is the shortest four letter word,

love, the invisible,

takes its place in line.