God give us a strange autonomy,two legs and arms, a heart and mouth,one mind. A room sometimes of our own.A silent house. A life contained.An ache for a ghostlike limb. That nature is both interlinked andimpartial, wired for this greater workof surviving, leaves us in a sense, alone.Intimately connected while awareof each limit of our … More A Poem: Alone

Ah God, the great Unknown. The closer we perceive youthe further you recede. The Unknown that can’t be expressedexcept through our constructs. It is better than you remain unknown,that you can be all we each imagine you to be.And the answer to our intimate longings. For what Creator God has not imaginationto express us, and … More A Poem: Unknown

Sometimes we wonder why the rain,the winter wind?The falling ink black nightthat sweeps away the lightwith heavy curtains. We wonder why the pain?How sudden joy can flyand grief set in,as frost covered grass,or as ice sets a seal upon windowpanes. How to thaw, with the memory of lightnow an uncertain thing?And hope even,a story we … More A Poem: Memory of Light

Perhaps standing up for ourselvesis more making a space around ourselves. One in which we moveas a water drop undisturbed. A drop that is part of the ocean,or the stream or a shower,but is also contained, and is entirely wateron its own terms. Perhaps moving through the worldwith courage and dignityis knowing what we hold … More A Poem: Dignity

I wonder what love looks like from the inside?I wonder how it is we decide who has mattered,and what the heart thinks of our thoughts,our feelings?How each of us appear from within,where all of us are undressed.I wonder if the heart keeps its own records.And one day when staring at the seafrom a quiet house, … More A Poem: Love Wonderings

We need beauty to survive,that we drink her in mouthfuls. Rising up out of the mist,resilient as the sun. Not one day does she say,today I will lie in, as today the worlddoes not need me. No, her duty of making beautythe sacred art it is, is her life’s work,spanning millenniums. She, so centeredon each … More A Poem: Beauty to Survive

When you wear your heart on your sleeveyou are likely to leave it places.It will beat and mark every territory as its own.When you carry your heart in your eyes,or at the tip of your nerve endings,it will feel like a fragile thingbuffeted by all the senses.But it is not so soft,that you can pick … More A Poem: Heart Strings

She, in the novel I am reading,is right—how we must pray,for it edges our days. And we must believe,as ones who in the light of daycan’t see the starsbut know that they are there. And hold the sacred textsopen on our laps,that the seeds might fall out,find fertile soil. Kneel even, that our tearsmight reach … More A Poem: Faith

If the sun can set like this.Shining up at us from the lee of the hills.Waving at us with his golden hands. If the sun can do this.Bid farewell with such cheerful fortitude,as though today will surely arrive again, will just be gone for a spelland then reborn. If the sun can do this.Show us … More A Poem: If

To do, when you want more. Sit down and feel the ground.Feel how it is moving and not moving.Breathe and feel your lungs,how they expand and contract without your notice.Know that more is as much waiting for you as you are looking for it.It may seem like little is happeningbut the tide coming in and … More A Poem: More