—after Ellen Bass I could build him a barn, a big one,as wide as the sky, red, to show my loveand to confess I share

Take heart—they say the darkest hour gives birth to dawn,the pain and pitch and fog, saliva-thick, but then, the brand-new start.Take heart—joy comes with the

Behold, your King is coming to you;He is just and having salvation, lowlyand riding on a donkey, a colt, the foalof a donkey—Zechariah 9:9 Little

In the desert,the tiny, golden moleswims across sand dunes,paddling hard with broad claws.He zips across the barren terrain,like a tumbleweed,diving deep now and thento cool

I want to leap like a raging fire,like the lame man who was healed,to thrill and bound with gazelles and goatson mountains and in the