The Upper Room At Green and Grand In Brooklyn

A single blue bird perched above the rest Not all birds of a feather flocked together; Each mount with reverence brought comfort much closer, Time's passages once feared, held a single test. The test of a life time suited and disguised, The unknown harbors lessons to be learned Solitary souls do find their way home - I have seen shriveled dead folks holding to life. Freedom becomes imposter in our dreams Of carefree years. Yet love looms much larger still; Like skylight, and rain song, that will cure those ill - I think of matriarchs striving to stay clean. Spring became green and grand with its gifting A soundless tear drop in silence of winter, A broken voice reaching out to its Maker, My rebirth room left light and fresh as its giving. *