Friends in high places
where air oxygenates the blood
A robin cocked his head and listened
and when he finished not one neon street light glistened.
The dog returned no longer worried by empty lampstands.
Potter’s grace to shape this fledling little tree
that wants to fly to be free and patrol others safety.
Green light, all stations go,
Join God’s royal air force in full flow.
All living things need pruned to grow,
to ascend mid-air, unforseen heights traverse
settle not to stay cemented below drinking
grapes of wrath and enemies bloodbath.
RMEMME (c) 2017
Dedicated with thanks to Venerable Margaret Sinclair