Samantha: Chat
Are you there God?
It’s me, Francis.
Barry: I See
I could buy the story that the world is wicked, that mankind is desperate and alone.
Jessica: Alive
The soft breeze that touched me has opened the sky, and sun dappled brightness like honey,
but who has the time for the birds in the trees
and genially watching the bunnies?
Samantha: Envy
Nature feels freer just before the morning,
by shadow of darkness, by silver moon beam.
Life is then heightened, more precious, more vibrant, a whirled fuzzy achene caught up in the wind.
Samantha: But Love Always Is
My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear, one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness, all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished: that love always is.