Category: Poetry


under this sun.
Only eyes that see,
ears that hear,
the tortured cries-
injustice frolicking
every moment, every
day, seconds pass.
Who feels the sting,
sidling off, this
mortal coil? Be
thankful, when you
see, raising your
voice, heart set,
on others.

God bless the U.S.A.
Land of the free, home of the
brave? Have mercy upon us-
guide us, lead us,
we are astray-
lost and confused,
devouring the other.
In Jesus’ name,
we pray.

Civil unrest midst
death’s dark cowl; discontent flows
crimson, in the land.

Wanting to be known,
God sees me, my aching heart.
It is well, my soul.