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Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Saint Stephen

The prophet promised help, a song of hope floating in the morning light

love for the dandelion

 

Lilies blooming in the broken asphalt, begging to be considered

broken birds, with wings made of wishes

 

Saint Stephen by a chest full of arrows, got pinioned to a tree

while a thousand sparrows gathered in his branches

                                   

Garden ponds and baths gone dry, water stolen by the sun

cats cry at empty basins, biting at their fleas

 

Forgive them…the hungry and the homeless, living through the heat and cold

the lean dogs wandering the city

 

blessed are the meek




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