Poetry and Parables

in the darkest of times where I go

in the darkest of times where I go, is to a place somehow hidden in the midst of pain a place where microbursts of light breaks through to reach us a crack of light like the very one you may have seen on stormy days right at dusk when darkness tried enveloping entire skies but failed fails because the sun sent out a calla grace note so bright it cut across the horizon right into our hearts

Water Justice

Pope Francis paraphrased: “…access to safe drinkable water is a basic and universal human right, since it is essential to human survival and, as such, is a condition for the exercise of other human rights.”

On the bottom side, of each flat rock, that has found a way, to reach its angle of repose, on the desert’s bottom floor, a sheen of droplets, forms at night, enough to fill a single cup.