The words of the lord The pastor had told Was stuck in traffic

  How much do you remember? Do you know the secrets I told only the creator?

  A flicker of jealousy as eyes beam in glee

photo credit:  pixabay.com  It's a pandemic, It's a period of unrest.

  On some late harmattan nights, The wind blows.

  It was a cloudy day, but I smiled.  Perhaps the sky wasn't dark enough.

  We're are doing this for them, they convinced themselves, by withholding the words they should have said.