The sun on tired brick is grace

Submitted by Aisling on Sun, 09/05/2010 - 00:25

 The sun on tired brick is grace,

displacing last night's shadows with a mercy

newer than the morning that awakes

the birds in my back alley; they go baptizing

in the puddle on the garage roof,

rippling the water caught from a summer storm,

warmed by the sun, the smile

of a God who won't let the sparrows fall.

Author's age when written


Real. Simple. Deep. Hopeful. Smiling. Light hearted. Wonderful.

In other words, I loved it. :)


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Aw, this is lovely. Your poetry is so musical to read.

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Wow, Aisling.... this was an indredible poem!!!!!


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine