“…I have always been able to fix anything
but now—I can’t get inside to fix this
nor can I escape its vast—rogue tentacles…”

“he spent a fortune of our crisp green tax dollars
to fix a problem that created a greener problem…”

“There is a stark—vivid difference—
between a quiet Christianity of Christ
and the loud Christianity of a country…”

“I wish I could become a soft prayer
for my long-impending posterity…”

“My paths are branched, the more I walk
the more they multiply, like weeds…”

“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”

“How much of our heart
dare we sacrifice
to save one green home…”

“each path led to hope
when we were God’s Promised Land…”

“frosted tinder sleeps
beneath winter’s crystal fangs…”

“…we can choose to find hope within God’s beauty
cherishing His devoted creations of divine nature …”

“people
autonomous proud
multiplying consuming dividing…”

“humble—reverent spirits who suffer
for possessing soft and generous hearts
walk simple paths of mercy and grace…”

“when we discover the gift
and drink from the ladle
of his deep cold sating well
we choose a strenuous path”

“they live above our indulgence
and our hackneyed opinions
to only give of themselves
in pure—unconditional love”