The Human Flock
the potter tries to pinch happiness from water and clay
the painter seeks perfect light to keep the beast at bay
the poet keeps blue away-splashing black upon a page
the pianist strokes the perfect note where angels often play
the troupe dances in circles to keep from the darkest ledge
the father caresses a book to sweep demons from his head
the father works eighty hours a week to keep the pantry fed
the mother weaves a lullaby, then gently puts her heart to bed
the pilgrim braves a mountain where a virgin once had prayed
the fisherman casts a net of faith into the unforgiving waves
the prophet gifts a message to lift those swallowed by the cave
A mindful God crushes evil; soothes suffering, and lovingly creates.
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