Spark of Life
Across the heaven a line of light opens the day, while another marks the night. Beneath the skies we sleep then wake, alive to the morning. The voice of God rises tender and sweet, a green sprout of corn to comfort us, while seeds of the eternal take moisture from the well within, and a […]
The Heart’s Desire
Songs of going down will have to wait. The drawn curtain pulled back, a window looking out on an uncertain sea, waves steep and frightening. What has never been will be, what corrupts finds no solace. The old psalms comfort but new music rises. There, off in the distance, a hand waves, a door opens […]
Hammered Gold
Part of me is held by earth, part follows the wind with the gray clouds of winter. I race with high geese, follow the crevasse of night until light breaks and with folded wings I return to the cold wet land. Straining for freedom, desiring the cave, I am loosed and unloosed as ghosts tell […]
To Light the Dark
Across the miles and hours of time, we connect on lines invisibly woven throughout the earth. I speak to you in your sorrow, to what is broken and may never repair. Our bodies are scarred but wounds do heal. To make the muscles work, the nerves continue, we build a fire of our construction, release […]
Before Light
The morning calls grey and darkling while night travels west seeking the ocean, and another long journey across the sea. I rise once more from sleep and travel to the heart of the world on a colorless landscape. Before light I think forgiveness, of all who began this journey and the few who yet continue. […]
Placing My Prayer
The moon rises before the city wakes, her bowl turned up wanting to be filled. Raccoons roam the streets, deer browse the river, the green world silent beneath sheets of pavement, as I place my prayer on the altar of darkness.
Headlights
Along the dark wet avenue, you ply your way with other pilgrims, radio on morning news. I reach out from this window, the small rectangle you won’t notice as you pass a thousand others in brick and wood. Through thin glass I see you, know a portion of your sorrow, even your joy. I wish […]
Bear Knows
On the longest night of the year I’m out of step like bear, devoted to dark and the quiet of snow. Iris and daffodil would have no color except for waves of rain. Hunger eats last summer’s fat while bear and I sleep, letting time have it’s slow, darkening way. […]
Unadorned Self
Maybe its the way the cards are dealt – some take the high road, others down into the fray, yet no matter how improved or battered your unadorned self is still the one the world desires.
Unwrapping the Message
There’s another message the earth holds for you when you’re ready to unwrap it. It tells you of a kit fox, an old stag elk, a river falling white and cold, and within her, a place for you. She’s known all this time you weren’t broken; spoken softly that you might listen. […]
Maybe This Morning
Maybe this morning as darkness thins with light slowly approaching, words will fall like rain to feed the roots of trees. The trees will forgive us and take our nourishment, showing the way once more to the deep cache of winter. Maybe then we will know the way forward through this night, holding close the […]
Tourmaline and Amethyst
Going down with autumn, following the rain along the bedrock to deep river roots, the fault line of ages past marks the way to inner earth, dark caverns of crystal where heartbeat and breathing slow to rest, to learn the old magic of winter. Here darkness teaches to see where there is no light, where […]
Time Capsule
Aged and mellow like the leaves of autumn, the drift into sleep, stooping shoulders and faltering balance, the body’s winter with its blanket of cold, gray fog on the rivers, the stark outline of crows. As the sun drops deep into the south, the shortened days and long nights lead me to the message you […]
What the Earth Says
The winds of November rake through the valley, clearing the trembling trees, whistling down chimneys, lifting the rivers. Geese will come soon from the far north to feed off broad stubbled fields as ice and snow climb down from high peaks. The fog machine continues its message – stay busy and buy, yet turning away […]
Knowing the Unbroken
Cut from whole cloth the unbroken lives beyond the clutch of madness, the villains of time. In these few moments before we depart with a soft final breath, to labor toward wholeness is our link to the stars.