a tired plea

God of all comfort,

come with Your songs

of deliverance – may

they be as loud as the birds

surrounding me now. They know

the worth of singing in the middle

of a storm, when the world is in

upheaval, nothing

stops their fighting songs

from greeting the morning.

You are their and my portion

& my strength – to face another

day to see another magnolia

bloom & perfume this swollen

earth.