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Summer Sparks

Setting sun, in its finale,
Drenching clouds with changing hues;

Glowing bits like shooting stars, Fly up then fade from the backyard fire;

Rising fireflies o’er darkening fields, Myriads of tiny angels, signaling the news:

Soon gone are summer sparks, Brief joys of which we never tire.

Slapping thighs, along with a few mosquitoes, As stories meander in the dimming light;

Water’s magnet still attracting Splashing children too soon grown;

Even quieting voices sharing crossesMake hearts glow in the peace of the stilling night;

Summer sparks become dying embersUnless remembrance be over them blown.

Funny How

Funny how – What I see now:On her back the ladybug Struggling against little thugs,Ants, not gentlemen, with a goal, “Drag her down into the hole.”

Funny how – What I see now:This micro tragedy Reminder of my own trajectory,Sin and death, no gentlemen, with a goal, “Drag him down into the hole.”

Funny how – What I see now:Tiniest red and black providence Reminder of my own recompense,Christ, the Gentle God-Man, with a goal, “Take Me instead into the hole.”

Funny how – What I see now.