The storm came on sudden as a seizure
flaying the tender skin of spring with hail
the size of peach pits so by morning
the blush of green lay in sodden drifts
spackled with mud, as did two brown
sparrow chicks, pushed from the nest
as they fledged when the second hatch
was laid and homeless they pled for
shelter until pelted into silence,
well outside their Father’s care.
© Dana Hughes 6.22.19
Furthermore... 
Unflinching, tough, and heartbreaking. I love how you are willing to stick your poetic tongue out at the gospel. These days, this feels like truth to me. I also love how spare, understated, and clean this is. Beautiful.