joining hundreds of others
to settle on the cold pond
I watched and felt things I knew
were changing and falling too
joining hundreds of others
to settle on the cold pond
I watched and felt things I knew
were changing and falling too
joining hundreds of others
to settle on the cold pond
I watched and felt things I knew
were changing and falling too
He has the strength
of a brittle leaf
held up, alone,
to face the sun
while everyone else
is asleep.
You were there,
between the leaves
and along the rays of sun
as they fell to the moss below.
I could hear our chatter in birdsong,
could feel you as the sun touched my face.
We have always been
so now, we are remembering.
Unafraid
I felt it in the water
and saw it on the sunrise,
something shifting
within the same horizon.
.
The unsettling I feel
is like the excitement of a child
with a wrapped present;
the gift is in the tearing away.
.
I hear whispers in songs
I thought I knew and new music
pouring into me
from surprising places.
.
A sweetness is growing
within, spilling into my days
like a refreshing breeze
across an eternal spring.
.
Though leaves are falling,
I am lifted beyond what I know
or care to understand
and that is finally ok.
Before the Frost
A few days ago
two rainbows brushed across
a late day sky
it seemed nobody else noticed
so I wondered if they were…
no, they couldn’t possibly be…
not meant for me.
Not in a million years.
Or have I been waiting that long
for the story to return
from the ancient garden
when we could gaze at the sun
to this cracked vessel I am now?
The sliver of moon
is hanging heavy in the valley
tonight, but there’s a star,
sparkling over running waters,
whispering “let’s not talk of sin…”
I cool my feet in the water
and reach upward for warmth; open,
there is only love
The Word Rummager 