Sowing Lesson

Blackbirds leave the wire
like so many needles abandoning
the seam.

We're undone under
sniper laden skies,
a broken tale of light lacking direction.

Race baiting has us hooked,
lines sinking in our faces,
the barbarizing weight of bullets, ballots, and bawling.

I can't get nearer my God to Thee
unless I get closer to you
and you and you to me.

Hate is the shortest of four letter words,
love, the most visible,
as it takes its place in line.

Will Schmit