I’ve been missing in action for a while, working on sunflowers in my backyard. In the world’s devastation, once again

I find my prayers sowing & seeping, planting and reaping. There are days where human words cannot reach, only spirit sprigs the breach,

your spirit, sit next to my spirit, be still, in all the chaos of the wind.

Weep with me, that our souls may find sanity,

help me to believe in better days

around the sun ,

unconsumed by the flood….