Sister Poetry

The gleaming leaves of brave green trees standing tall 
like freedom marchers all across our glorious land
remind me that standing tall is the way we all were
meant to be--not cowering somewhere in silence
and submission, as it happens when God's advice 
is cast aside and the planet's neediest children 
are not allowed to live or thrive in the land where 
that same God has sent them--really, only a fallen angel 
would think or speak otherwise.