A california poem

I don’t know if you know if I have ever mentioned since I now call Detroit

Pure Michigan home

That it is the truth I

Used to live in southern california

And am feeling so deeply

The connection

It is snow and not acrid smoke

Outside. and yet still

Hopeful

Helpful would it be beyond

Shame

And blame

And survivors guilt

The one who escaped the flames

And the immediacy of the flames to do

What flame does

In addition to prayer

And thoughts and texts and calls

Feels so feeble minded and trite to say I can relate to all the times … I could see the connections feel like what it might be like and then I did what I do sending love and prayers and and the comfort of a loving god

deities living and ever present that does not make bad things not happen

But makes me do good when I can when I think good is not possible and be reminded of a god who is always there standing by