The Call

When Love rings will you pick up the phone?

Will you heed the call, rattled and raw?

We are dying all night for lack

of Love.  I might be

too weak to lift the receiver

alone.

Are you strong enough to listen

for Love’s lost voice as reason and shield?

Will you gather up the plea

in your wise worker's arms and

spread Love like sun all over the fields?

J. Pratt-Walter  (c) 2020

In The News

Have you seen how poison gas peels

the flesh off a baby?    

Everything melts away except

for skin under the diaper.

Have you noticed how

a bullet pulls destruction through

all the layers of a child?

These children, our world’s hope,

were too small to know

how full of God they were, 

the pure crystal shimmer,

precious and holy.

J. Pratt-Walter, © 2019

Forest Faerie Lesson

She thought it was

the stony hand of gravity pressing her

all the day long into the grit

of twilight, and her breath

was heavily afraid.

Then the forest faeries whispered

into her mind,

her mind shaped its music,

her music lit her heart,

her heart, for a moment, held all the sky,

every animal person, every plant.

She saw gravity’s authority only works

when you believe in it,

as does flight,

so she gained sky, the ugly-duckling-days made fresh,

her own brilliance filling her hourglass

with green magic that was

always there.

J. Pratt-Walter, © 2018

Listen (Without your mouth moving)

Draw life out as flame from air

and wood; let our listening

be a life created

by our endeavor to truly hear

the speaking behind the speech.

Part the walls of all the barriers

we create; let your hard labors

fulfil the staggering cries

for more love

in the world.

Pull on the clothes of peace

and patience; real love never comes

without vigilance or even

regrets.   Listen

without your mouth moving.

Breathe.  The fire is lit.

Bid it declare more light

everywhere.

J. Pratt-Walter, © 11/12/2017