all the joy. a poem.

the gentle wipe of the nose helped her breathe, but my tiny granddaughter cried, mad i paused her feeding. then i remembered: how much the unexpected lapses in life are just the Good Father, wiping us clean so we can inhale all the joy.

keep going. a poem.

give them something to get them through the winter, God said. And so up came snowdrops and crocuses sassy and strong. and i, walking by, keep going.

Awakening. A poem.

From the Fireflies collection.

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