Present

Words lose their meaning
Thoughts become intentions
Mind merges with heart
Silence is prayer

Each second a lifetime
Empty and full
Breath and spirit
Are the same

On the trees
On the mountains
On the seas
They are the same

A world lives and dies
On the breath of the wind
The spirit moves in all
Everything is one

Day of Wonder

Day of Wonder

It’s the day

of the rising
and the leaving
and the emptiness
with first
the disbelief
and the shock
and the fear
and the helplessness
then the wondering
about the how
and the what
and the what next
and the speculation
and the circling
round it
and round it
with the argument
and the discussion
and gradually
the waiting
and the silence
and the waiting,
and the wondering
and the waiting
and the nearly
despairing
until
the meeting.

A Scented Recollection

I’m not too fond of roses

but I have a memory

of the pale pink kind

growing near our kitchen door

and how, on a summer evening

when I took the dog out for

his last pee of the day

that pale pink scent would creep,

wisp-like, around the gable end,

carried on a soft breeze,

and enfold me; and it seemed

in the stillness of that moment,

that a corner of my heart

would be filled

with a sense of peace

We sleep
some may even rest
while others sleepless
lie thinking about
tomorrow

We listen
to the silent streets
proclaiming our lives
are indoors now, and now,
but not tomorrow

We live
in this, our moment,
as all we have,
our precious now, is now
not tomorrow

We open
to the what and how
our lives are this 
knowing each day, today,
is not tomorrow 

Whom We Meet

Whom We Meet
In this , the dark time

of long nights

and short dark days
we may long for 

the emerging light.

But first, let us mourn awhile
our many losses
And, yes, let us grieve
for those who left 
without a goodbye.
Let us live for a time
in this darkness
so that our hearts can heal,
so that our hearts can enlarge
through our pain. 
For the totality of this darkness 
does end, and what come after 
will depend on our facing 
the ghosts and dragons
we meet within
Or, perhaps we might see them
as our camouflaged angels.
If we wrestle with them like Jacob
did, we may surprise ourselves
and come come away limping
with a different name

Living

If I can 
see the dawn
even in pain
then all is 
well and I have 
received a gift

If I can
go out 
and feel the breeze 
on my face
then I have received
a gracious gift 

If someone 
knocks
on my door
and is welcomed in
then for me this is
a wonderful gift

If I wake up
tomorrow 
and I can breathe
then this 
is the gift of life
to be cherished