Meanwhile, Young Men Get Drunk at the Feast

Acorns drifted off,
slept long, and one winter woke
Rip Van Winkle oaks.

Stiff, sore, poor wretches!
Bitter winds and burning stars
keep them from their dreams.

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A Fine Phrase

I saw a fine phrase
written lightly in the sky:
Eagles hovering.

Birds’ wings’ feathers’ King
glories in meaning things. As words
once meant light, light meant

words: Let There Be Light.
Remember? God’s story¬†is.¬†
Read it and respond.