6-20 Sound-shocked



My world reverbs with blaring noise:

The radio blasts; singers’ groan.

The news deafens with shots and moans.

Emma, with her soup spoon, bangs toys.


At 5 AM or 10 at night

I retreat to my screen-in deck.

Gazing outside at upper specks

Sparkling in their boundless heights,


As darkness guards this sacred calm

And damp seeps through to touch my face:

God’s voice breathes through this holy space

And soothes my soul with quiet balm.














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  1. Ruthie Anderson June 25, 2017 — 5:15 am

    nice visual images!

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