Today's poem is by Susan Denning


Jesus makes me an owl
so I can sleep behind the sun.

Make the forest only mine,
the fir and the alder my hiding.

Where there is thirst,
let me swallow dark pools of mice.

Where there is doubt
fold faith into my wings.

Grant that I may not so much seek
to be understood as to undertand

the rabbit's unlucky foot, fastened to the snow.
The broken back of the squirrel.

Copyright © 2005 Susan Denning All rights reserved
from Redactions
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