Restless for the air outside
in the light of un-stained glass.
I count my breath to calm my spirit with
doors closing and hushed children.
Invocation then
to dreams and freedom
away from pretense and prose,
Amen.
Great Lake
nights
I don’t know in the night
about corner edges and how they hurt
about who is in charge of my broken heart
breath so loud with fear
and yet no voice
tears fall fast and never seen
the space divorced from eastern light
I don’t know in the night
about me, about hope
Tangle
Barely awake with tangled thoughts
around hurt
around pain
reaching around
for the energy of presence
Awaiting Spring
Monsters
The wanting whisked through a conflicted reality
Some can’t stop.
Each moment boiling over into another hot space
guarded by an other,
while hate drives quick breaths unintentionally
feeding a monster.
reach
The heart grows tender only in the dark places of pain and loss
where seeds of anger die too slowly
but then reach
for the hope of rebirth
for the delicate touch of light
for a healing shower of grace and love
Trini & Mini
1st position
with a call and response litany among the usual flight of birds
except geese in formation against the wind directly pointed
while the Lutheran’s sanctioned bell begs their ordered migration.
Is is Sunday.
It is the day the trees dance in 1st position to know the Sabbath’s touch
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