‘Six Feet Apart,’ a coronavirus poem
Six Feet Apart Six feet apart, that’s how we must stand. Blow me a kiss, but don’t shake my hand. Don’t leave your house, shelter in place. If you must go, put a mask on your face! Six feet apart, might as well be a
The revival of my prayerless life
By Terry Massango, Captain - Meet with you at sunrise I did Afternoon prayers just splendid At bedtime for countless blessings I prayed Through the night the angels stood guard. Now, fame and success I chase all day long Rushed, meaningless prayers fail to make me