Crimson is the ore of grace, divinely hued, / blessed are the bonds of tenderness / that forge together human hearts on earth...

Ripples of a warm thermal pool / are constant as it bubble-bubbles on / in dawn and birdsong, dusk and sunset. / So much like the yearnings rooted deep / in every life, especially missing those...

Wash the dishes, dry the dishes, / turn the dishes over. / Chant the rhyme, jump the rope, / skip with friends and keep in time. / Butterfly-butterfly, turn right around. / Butterfly-butterfly,...

Socially distancing, there we each stand / in a line at the grocery store. / Up at the front and beyond us / the check-out man, tender-eyed, watchful.