Three Little Ones

All rivers run

All rivers run into the sea,
where dwells
the Storm Of God,
and Jonah
and treasures deep
of poetry.
                                                                           Altar Ram

　Abraham faltered not
nor blinked
when the ram upon the altar
caught his eye
and winked.


　
　For You

just a white dove

flying under a rainbow

against black threatening clouds,

wings twinkling

in the setting sun,

a promise for your eyes only

crowds around you

never saw a thing,

looking down at their feet,

as if someone may have

dropped a coin.