Poem: The Loss of Good Neighbors

This is something I can recommend: share a fence.
Share boundaries, burdens, and bread.
Make room for peach trees and foursquare.
Stand at the ready for hosts of children,
city lit stoops, and park side sun.
Bury, marry, mend, and then mend again.
Pay prayerful attention to silences, quiet spaces.
Offer tender thanks for new blooms and bright faces.
And lift up your sorry hearts!
For presence is a gracious glow
in a window light, ever warm,
and time a faithful witness of every gate-song passage.