He is a vertical tweezer today.
Keeping me upright. I do not buckle
under heavy climates or keen sadness.
The business of tissue, bone and muscle;
each tread shrouds a thought for His children.
Nerves signal a warm pharmacology.
The action of drugs on the body calls,
but what about His action on the soul?
July buds presenting in December.
Emeralds of relief sparkle right now
through urban ash and ember. I can walk
with the cleanest of winds as He declares.