I love tiny birds, in Texas we have sparrows They hop around parking lots eating McDonalds fries For some reason, our parking lots are full of them When the voice of God finished creation A single note broke on a rock and made tiny birds They are happy to eat fries, bath in a puddle And be cared for by God Men, consider the birds.
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A Heavy Heart
I could never do that I’d get to attached With a depth of belly and an eye like Charles Loring Brace I stoop I pick up these nuggets of pain, joy, sorrow and rejoicing. They squirm, sometimes they scream and turn red-faced. There are no orphanages in America we dismantled them. Now all the parts are in our homes or drifting in the wind. Accept the wind can not carry them. They are heavy Full …
Anxieties – Poem by Aaron Blakeley
Every morning I awake to a fresh new day A gift from God in every way It is early and I step my feet to old carpet Avoid the spots I know are bad so I can ignore them The water comes on oh yeah the shower leaks under the tile So I smile and reach out with open arms towards God hoping for a lift Cast all my anxieties on him When they cling …