Even We Are Good

Even We Are Good

All the leaves in the canopy

The Lord knows every one

Every grain of sand beneath the seas

And baking in the sun

All the flakes on every peak

He calls them all by name

He warms our hearths when he speaks

Each leaping fiery flame

Every soul you’ve every known

He knitted them with care

Hand-placing every chromosome

And numbering every hair

He knows this world He’s spoken

As every author should

So you and I can trust Him

When He says even we are good

Living Lanterns

Living Lanterns

A summer stroll did one night yield

A luminescent surprise:

A harvest-ready lightning bug field

With fireflies on the rise.

I paused with my family there to note

And to watch these miracles fly;

Aleatoric embers floating

Like living lanterns towards the sky.

Blue Hallelujah

Blue Hallelujah

As summer emerges

from spring in Georgia,

the sky’s a Blue

Hallelujah.

The laughing leaves

in the nosebleed seats

enjoy the very

best view.

The wind who once whispered

now shouts like a drunk.

Though an amicable one,

it’s true.

The robins hop

through the lush green grace

under this Hallelujah

Blue.