Here’s a beautiful poet. This poem in particular strikes a chord with me as it is in sync with my recent blog topics of hypocrisy and caring for the broken. but this isn’t about me – meet Kae. I trust you will be blessed by her heartfelt prose.
sometimes Eli still sits in his fat buttered nest
a chair and a desk
covered with sermon scraps and tithes and indifference and other such clutter which
from orphans and widows
taking a bite
out of his chicken leg
he plans his next