We have been an enemy to those
who would be our enemy.
Not too friendly with those
who would be our friends.
A stranger to strangers
no stranger than ourselves.
Gazers to our stars.
Howlers at our moon.
Chicken Little to the sky.
Investors in gloom and doom.
Singers of joy.
Poets of love turned to lust.
Looking for truth
playing hide and seek.
And still God comes.

2021 Tim D. Coulter Sr.