A Mighty Fortress Is Our Dog

How Great Thou Art

Squirrels run the fence, scour the yard,

take to the trees when you slip outside

to endure yet another harangue

from the tangle of overhead wires,

picking up right where you left off

this morning, righteous of heart,

tail a sword, certainty your shield,

God’s own agent framed in this window

scattering my gnawing doubts,

chattering, to the highest branches.

revision

Felt Board

In Sunday school we strained

     to hear sandals scraping stone

             the snap and crackle of kindling

     echo of gospel songs sung

                             in three part harmony

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego

     overlays free floating

                    smiles all around, fronting

    a fiery furnace more

                    beehive than crematorium  

Nebuchadnezzar scowling

     from the soft verge of his velvet palace

                  hush of orange aloe leaves

     licking the plush pink

            feet of an angel hovering over

 the muffled din of a passing July morning. 

Bible story....

Felt Board

In Sunday school we strained

     to hear sandals scraping stone

             the snap and crackle of kindling

     echo of gospel songs sung

                             in three part harmony

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego

     overlays free floating

                    smiles all around, fronting

    a fiery furnace more

                    beehive than crematorium  

Nebuchadnezzar scowling

     from the soft verge of his velvet palace

                  hush of orange aloe leaves

     licking the bare pink

            feet of an angel hovering over

the muffled bliss of a July morning.