Wednesday, April 30, 2014

 
Grace in the World
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Know Your Truth
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Joy Dance

The honest truth

Is that we are all

Dancing to our own perfect

Beat.


You better move that groove,

Love-Child.



Dancing is the heart’s delight. 













Wednesday, April 23, 2014

 
Safe
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Clean
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Mouth


I walk slowly through the wet and greening

World

With my mouth half open, the

Better to drink in all of it, all of it.

Sound of rushing water and

Smell of wet forest floor.











Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

 
Tired
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Rain Purple Sky
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Young Beech Trees


April’s tattered sky, storm-purple

Rain-blue

Yellowed scudding grey in hue,

Folds itself sullen-faced

Over the mountain’s muddy stream beds,

Illumines grudgingly a

Scatter-tatter of young beech trees.

 

The leaves are see-through thin now, still

Holding Autumn’s remembered ease,

Still vaguely coppery, recalling

Riches long dissipated.

A wealth of well-being long since spent.

 

I keen and mourn in the kitchen’s cold light

In the morning, out of sight of

Any who could possibly guess,

What I dare not confess aloud:

I wish it had not been he who died that day.

I wish it had been some other,

Someone else.

I, who preach acceptance as the highest wisdom of our Age,

Have not accepted,

In all these years, his passing.

 

I still fiercely wish for the death of another, if he could then be here.

 

And I, sullen, stormy, grey

Cling like those spent beech leaves,

Thin as old regrets, pale as tired wanting.

 

Is it possible that I, like them,

Can green and grow and love again?

 

 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

 
Spring Evening
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Rest Easy Now
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Seeking


 

Dirty snow yields birch tree seeds

When I bend down low and

Seek.

 

And this is my joy, you see,

The seeking.