The tin roof of this old barn
leaks news like rain and flaps
in a pretentious storm of words

it tries to shed as we huddle
in the dry with what we believe—
the sun will come to green

the dirt and repair our senses,
and we will sing Hallelujah!
rejoicing long into the night.


3 responses to “LONG INTO THE NIGHT

  1. Love this little poem John. It is still such a joy to have your words greet me every day. And photos. Thank you….

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  2. A dove found a safe place to get some sun.

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