I will be your church
For I am open to your
Prayers all day long.

I am raw sugar
still sweet but with more grit now
a better option.

Sometimes I need a
Hard rock hymn to end my day
to squeeze the venom.

We have no secrets,
just people who don’t pay a
lot of attention.

Let’s do this crazy
Thing called love because the time
Is perfect right now.

Back-lit pelicans
Are ocean angels soaring
Above umbrellas.

The Carolina
Girls bless us in cotton socks
With steel-toed black boots.

A chef’s dream come true
is the pink shrimp in a net
caught from ole’ Shem Creek.

The beauty of a
Marsh lies not in murkiness
But in sprouting reeds.

The palmetto trees
Say grace in the autumn breeze
For all who listen.