Dear God seems like the whole world’s- up and went to the hospital..
and those that are alone, with cellphones and text -still perplexed
“dismayed afraid of the cough “‘
a spiff, or a wrong whistle
You made the flea and the ocean’
the spec of moon dust and the hurricane
paired each sky with its’ own perfected rainbow
and so as we stay in the boat
it might be 40 days and 40 nights
it might be the wilderness or red sea
but God send
back the dove – or the sparrow
with green olive branches
in her beak,
I still believe
you watch over me…
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