nine

love wins

he and him
she and her
they and them
ze and hir

hand in hand
lip to lip
arm wrapped
in arm
they rejoice
they celebrate
all over a union
the president says
grown a bit
more perfect

on the same day
in a small
southern town
nine black birds
fly over a
white-steepled
church where
inside
its occupants
mourn
as they forgive
the one who
trespassed
against them

amazing grace

love wins

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About janishaag

Writer, writing teacher, editor
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8 Responses to nine

  1. Cora Johnson says:

    Well said, Gud Writer!

    • janishaag says:

      Thanks, Ms. Cora! The poem showed up this morning in my final writing group in the old trailer, just as you’re reading it. Sometimes the universe gives you gifts like that. Perfect timing!

  2. Hilary A says:

    GUD WRITER WINS HERE! X

  3. Walter Wiley says:

    Nice. You nailed it.

  4. Donna Just says:

    Love it!

    DG

  5. Connie Raub says:

    Nicely poetisized and sweetly penned! Don’t you just LOVE it when love wins?

  6. Dorothy Haag says:

    Lovely, so appropriate.

    Did you happen to catch Obama’s eulogy? Very touching, preacher like in some ways, and covered all the territory. He gives a great speech. Perhaps you can catch it online if you missed it.

    Love, Mom

  7. carol egan says:

    Beautiful, Jan! Just a few words to make a great statement! That’s all it takes!
    Amazing how those S.C.-inians came to together to remove the Confederate Flag and how others followed! Hopefully their mentality will change as well! Your Mom’s comment about Obama was perfect!

    Carol E.

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