Lighting the path beyond,
the moon leans toward a fate larger than death,
the eastern sun bullied by looming clouds of day.
Life speaks daily in the rise and fall–
hope wrapped in even the darkest morn.
It’s that time of life when gentle and innocence fall
the eyes of the deer go dark
while the heart of sporting egos reign.
We all feel broken a bit
and generations suffer generations.
As foot prints in the snow crush the buds beneath
we all stay hungry for peace.
Not thinking much about god these days,
trapped in stone and stained glass.
Though everywhere I look
tangible, take your breath away visions
strong, nurturing and wise
like a Mom.
Birthed beyond edges and endings.
Carried cradled warm with hope.
What happens next is all unseen.
A new day, new year all veiled
Each breath treasuring the dark and unknown
whispering hope without light.
What I saw
of a body punctured,
Cords and catheters
holding the surge
until time blinked
on and off
In a violent dance
the parade began
Ieaving the ICU
I saw it whipped
I saw the cords
life surging on
from ground to stem attached.
Then off balance
in twinkling light
I heard a breath
past all the others hanging still
a twirl and dance, a northern front
the shackles gone
and falling free at last.
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Jays own the trees
round the row
of closed doors,
home to the lonely
with broken wings of expectation
failing flight and fight.