With the Owls
by Ken Hada



I’ll stand with the owls.
Every evening they call darkness
as sure as cloudy skies
closer than stars.

They know what they’re doing.
I envy their constancy,
their sheer belief
in the way things ought to be.

Sometimes their calls
are soft, subtle,
sometimes not –
but always abrupt

always bringing me back
to sanity, to routine
to the goodness
God built into them.

The owls, the trees,
the darkness – this
is what matters.
This is where truth begins.






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