Poetry

The Love Of God Envelopes Us

Shooting star He did not stop Your bright streaking fall For in His generosity He lit You up, for the wonder of us all Black bird, blue bird, silver bird He composed diff’ring melodies Your songs He did not mute To heal all sorts of maladies Dear child, poor man, dark soul He still whispers to us His love Beautiful are you rejected son For you pursued the things above Lost in this world, perpetual misfit Too good for black, bad for white Lost sense in trying to belong Find your home in His bright light Burn completely sir falling star Sing black, blue, silverbird too Listen child, man, all souls alike Beautiful are His plans for you