Grind Your Espresso
Fine
Like tears shed in the dark
In the shower
Under the covers
In the car during lunch break
In the hospital parking garage
A tear is a fine thing
A holy and pure sacrifice
All my sorrow leaking out of
My world weary eyes
Over war, and cancer, and dead kids
False shepherds, lying politicians
For tomorrow we we pound down sanctuary doors
Swing wide the gates of heaven
May it be on Earth as it is already there
I’ve missed these Saturday poems! So good.
Me too! I have missed these!