It was early morning, July 17th 1978. I had just been told by a state police officer to get off the interstate. No hitch hiking allowed. Out of options, I walked a mile on a service road, hopped the fence, and stood on the gravel berm holding out my thumb. I had never prayed in…
Tag: Angels
Candlewicks
Light will close its eyes today, And children like candlewicks Burned too low, will cease their play Crawl on hands and knees, Stretch arms and beg….’please;’ Up, up upon a chair, To be hugged at daddy’s side. Angels who creep on tiptoe Silently clamor for a peek, Stumble and laugh, filling empty spaces; Gently brush…
