When I think of birds, I think of Luke 12:24 which reads, “Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!” This verse served as inspiration.
You may listen to me read the poem via the player below.
This is an adaptation of a homily I gave on Christmas Eve which is found in my book of Christmas stories titled, The Night is O’er.
the number of days it takes for what I believe
To be true, to be confirmed.
minutes from when my wife
picked our daughter up at school till
she called from the doctor’s office with the results of
tests which confirmed the diagnosis that our youngest,
1 of 3
lovely children had what
other children in the U.S. would be diagnosed with on that day.
minutes from our house to the Baptist Hospital's
Emergency Room. It is
floors up Ardmore Tower to room
at Brenner Children's Hospital where we will stay for the next
On the evening of the
day I am nervous, as I prepare to administer my daughter's
injection -- her
full day of injections for the rest of her days,
and she is nervous.
She is nervous because in her mind
it still counts as a shot.
I am nervous because I count it the same,
and this is my
The prompt for day six’s PAD Chapbook Challenge is “medias res” which is a story that begins in the middle. Sometimes you’re inspired. Sometimes just tired. And as the man says? Well, I don’t really know. I’m just waiting for it to be over.
In medias res
Of this election for Pres,
When will this counting be over?
I lie in the bed
Overwhelmed with a dread
To get up I throw off the cover.
When I check the news:
Only pundits and their views
I lie back, pull the sheet, roll over.
It’s gone on all year,
So turn off the lights, Dear,
And wake me up when this is over.