- Homily
The unruly lawn is happy with butterflies, white angels ministering to shoals of clover.The green shadows slowly drift east down the stony bank.Three silvered ash draw down the light into the tangled dark at the forest's edge.The distant crow stutters his soliloquy with no one to hear but me.And I don't know what to say to such wild and perfect eloquence.A robin confidently trails his song along the bottom of the breeze.Echoes linger after.I remember grandma's preacher, walking the tombstone paths, hands behind back, mumbling, and the willows lashing the sunlight into strips of foil.Grace was not yet in my vocabulary.Still, the word had been placed upon my tongue that day and still I practice. [End Page 250]
Marc Harshman's eleven children's books include The Storm, a Smithsonian Notable Book. Besides three chapbooks, his poems have been anthologized in publications by Kent State University, the University of Iowa, the University of Georgia, and the University of Arizona. Prose poems and flash fiction have recently won awards from the Newport Review and Literal Latté and been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. marcharshman@hotmail.com