Psalm from the streets
The hard drive crashes
The shelter for 75 vulnerable men
is cast into uncertainty;
Even when the bank account is low
and the car is no longer driveable,
the rain is cold and
the ice cream is forbidden;
Even then, O Lord, will I praise you.
Your* works are marvelous,
revealed in the smile of a stranger on the bus
who jostled me *here.
My pen went awry on the page
but the amends were sweet.