Writer Spotlight - Sparrow Potter
“The Books at Heaven’s Gate”
When I arrive at Heaven’s pearly gate
In front of me a golden shelf shall stand
And filled with every book of past and late
My body once took hold in little hands
When taking down a tome with desperate haste
I’ll find some pages unexplained and blank
And bringing tongue to parchment for a taste
Reveals an ugly flavor - something rank
Then God will read the hidden words to me
And watch as grief compels me to collapse
As words awake forgotten memories
Of my destructive childhood mishaps
But through the pain of what the page decrees
I’ll find that I can feel a little peace
“Pitchers of Water”
pitchers of water
all in a row
some water’s high
and some water’s low
sometimes when people
don’t know when to stop
their pitchers fill
all the way to the top
sometimes these people
can’t figure out why
some water’s low
or some water’s high
no one wants water
but water we make
and water we give
and water we take
so please find some people
who take and who give
because just one way
is no way to live.