A big snow through the night,
and I wonder where the flocks of robins
which have stayed behind
this winter have gone,
and how they will fare, O God.
And I have quickly confirmed
that robins favor holly berries,
and that there are great trees
bearing dense clusters of
brilliant red fruit
around the corner
and in the church yard where I work.
And I do feel that
all shall be well —
indeed you have thought of everything,
if only we could stay out of the way
and supplant greed
with awe.
Amen.
