The world has changed from yesterday, it got transformed, it moved away, it went astray, it moved adrift along a strident Doppler shift.

Are you there God?
 It’s me, Francis.

Nature feels freer just before the morning, by shadow of darkness, by silver moon beam. Life is then heightened, more precious, more vibrant, a whirled fuzzy achene caught up in the wind.

My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear, one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness, all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished: that love always is.