Wings to the Sky
Wings to the sky, the sea bird heads out across the water, such faith in a feather, lifted above the wind stirred sea, the heart beat yearning for what may be found on the further shore.
From This Day Forward
From this day forward the landscape unknown – no map, no signpost, no tradition repeats. Earth herself a carapace shaken and shed by inner truth, into the embrace of the stars.
The Lion Waits
The lion in me waits hungry for unseen light, gnawing on a hollow bone to gather strength from the river beneath the Earth.
Born Again
The warranty said limited life but it is summer, my daughters are here with their own children and I’m still alive, rising with the sun like vapor from dew-soaked grass. The ancient river always new descends to an unseen ocean, as I gather and hold these days, born again with the soft voice of a […]
Across the Great Distance
Winds gust from the south pushing the flood tide into gravel reaches, soaking the stone feet of an ancient rock wall with images carved by all that’s gone before. Vigilant in what is yet to come and from this place between past runes and future dreams, I call to you, joining us across the great […]
Helen
(for my mother’s sister) What an old thorn you’ve been for me and I for you; once a young green tare pulled into our bodies by the weight of my mother’s death. Tearing the flesh of family belief, the images of common origin in the womb of your mother where all this began and those […]
We Look through Glass
(for Linda) I find you as I look past the clog of wires to the hummingbird in the plum tree, past the thrum of motor to children’s voices from the church. Where people have abundance there seems such deprivation yet also the sweetness of home. The beauty in your eyes and the way we look […]
Reflections
Apocalypse and judgment day may occur somewhere in Montana, but the real arbiter resides within where final choices are made on those who’ve done us wrong, and more painfully, on our own most grievous sins. We really can’t forgive without seeing the cold truth, then we are left with the choice: to love our enemies, […]
Her Invitation
I rediscover myself by the sea like an uncharted island or lost archipelago of feeling, of centeredness. The tides lay bare my rock then fill the hollow cove eroded by the expectations I continue to approve. The theater of our mutual lives demands respite, sanctuary for bones made sore by the unyielding surface we’ve agreed […]
What Will Draw Me
What will draw me from the unleavened mass, to rise beyond the rigid shape and rule of expectation to one breath of air, one glimpse of daylight and the knowledge so rare of freedom.
Calling Us Down
Before the wars and violence there was light upon the sea, and wind from the south, stirring. Before we sacralized our hunger, fish flowed like the tide, with otter and eagle brimming the shoreline. Before the internet and electricity we connected through the land, sending messages into the deep, with faith inspired by the rising […]
What Pours Through
I greet the day as I am, with all my faults and frailties. Opening myself to the flow of power I become a river, a tree, a lightning rod; what pours through is life.
Subtle Urge
Billowing clouds against blue, roses drooping under spring weight, the smell of new dirt and your hair tied back in the garden. A few words sent out against the tide of heartache; what supports the soul the subtle urge of thankfulness.
Heart of the World
Like the waterfalls of Guiana and the sweeping arc of the great Mississippi, the rhythm beats against our blue lined skin, reminding us of a source broader than the far horizon, yet alive in our bloodstream like a pulse at the heart of the world. […]
Small Offering
A small offering before the gray morning, for the gift of dream, the shelter of hope and the faith to continue.