
God held a solar eclipse/
And no one showed up?
When the Spirit says/
to do something, do that, and/
watch it all work out.
It’s perplexing when/
you know you should say “Goodbye!”/
but don’t know how to.
Craters of the Moon /
Park lies outside the Eclipse/
path. How ironic.
She’s learned to discern/
the darkness. Now she needs to/
choose to run from it.
Every time I say/
goodnight, I’m one step closer/
to saying hello.