Vespers
The tree weeps deep
dark red leaves. None have fallen.
The birds dance softly in the dusk,
& the cicadas—-quieted now—-buzz around gently.
I pray that time
be gentle with us
A sharp purple geranium falls from the Heavens,
gravity, like time, impeding on the mundane.
But no, the crying tree catches her stem,
sparing her. God was merciful. Gentleness prevailed.
I pray that we, too, are saved
by something broken
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I love the break in lush imagery of “I pray that time/be gentle with us”