Giver

I praise you, God, and with warmed feet, proceed….

My lean-to, you are, so that I may Stand.

You make me in constant good company.

Amen.

Unharm: A Haiku

May the compassless
Be given travel mercies
They know not the way

All the hers you hold
With hearts hurting or torn out
You tell them their worth

The courageous hand

We musn’t take for granted

And how it guides us