For Leslie



She made me

a birdhouse

from old wood

whispering stories.


we walked to

the edge of

my open field.

She dug

the post in,

creative hands


rich soil.

I witnessed

with a grateful heart…

I wondered then

who would come

to nest in this

forest jewel…

dreamed of wrens

or chickadees

peering out

of black holes…

This morning

I realized

that by our actions

we had created

a living prayer…

Like the birds

we too

are seeking

safe homes –

peace for


minds and


torn asunder

by a culture

gone insane.

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