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.

Azalea Celebration

Azalea Celebration

I remember it like my name

The air was crisp, the sky was blue

A spring breeze rocked white blooms

The day I met the two of you

Now we mark this day each year

In our hearts and in our home

With song, feasting, and friends

And in this we’re not alone

As March melts into April

God decorates the earth

The azaleas blossom every year

To celebrate your birth

Sunday Worsts

Sunday Worsts

sunday bests?

yeah, i’ll put those on

but they don’t quench my thirst

i can hide my bones

under fancy rags

but it doesn’t break the curse

oh, i’ll sing praise

this Easter morn’

but it won’t be to clothes

but to Jesus

who died for my sunday worsts

and then from death arose