I Miss Those Days

I miss those days. Those exciting days,when you go by eightand return by fourto be greeted by our innocent smile,tiny racing legs,short outstretched arms, small voices screaming ‘daddy, daddy’and warm embracethat only your legs received. I miss those days Those other daysWhen you still go by eightBut return before fourAnd unprepared,we scamper for orderat the …

What Yahweh Can Do

Famished and stranded in a lonely desert,there wasn’t a glimmer of hopethat a wilting treewith leftover cherrieswas waiting somewhere Tempted and distraught,there wasn’t a modicum of assurancethat some unfortunate treethat was waiting somewherewould satisfy even halfa quarter of them But meat like rainand bread like dewwas the invention of Yahwehin a parched and dreary land …