Do Not Believe
Don’t believe it ……..
when they tell you there is
no gentle man in the moon or shining
stars are just spheres of gas.
For they are fools with hearts
that cannot see the magic
and souls that do not hear the songs.
About What Counts
About What Counts
He sits at the kitchen window counting
birds at the feeder. He used to know the name
of each one, their breeding habits, their migration
patterns. A large shadow passes overhead, scattering
the little birds like the memories that elude him. People
and places he no longer recalls, strangers in photographs.
Only the feelings remain.
Surely they must count for something.
At the Rim of the Canyon
At the Rim of the Canyon
The sky above is a canvas of blue, an unnamed
shade no artist can faithfully recreate.
Great Condors seem like dots above me, wings spread,
wheeling through the warm air, defying extinction.
I hear the hush of wind in the pinyon pines, as
if the Gods of many nations are breathing.
Ripped open before me is the history of this
planet, laid down in stripes of rock and mineral,
chiseled away by a restless river, relentlessly
eroding the chasm I stare into, eon by eon.
Before the vastness of this grand canyon, I
lay down my human hubris and weep.
An Everyday Kind of Love
An Everyday Kind of Love
Love is nothing like the movies –
sometimes
it looks like laundry and dirty dishes.
Real love
happens in the school drop- off line and
hides in
the bleachers of soccer matches and band festivals,
simple
ordinary times when a parent’s love fills all the empty
places.
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Of Courage and Joy
Of Courage and Joy
No one tells you how courageous you must be to grow old
The oldest are often the bravest
No one tells you how many times a heart can be broken or
How many times it can heal
No one tells you your body will fight against you and
Vigilance will become your watch word
No one tells you about how much love a human heart can hold
And still have room for more
No one tells you that joy comes in the form of chickadees
And children’s laughter
Yet, when they tell you that the best is yet to come
You do not believe
And the Town Came Alive
And the Town Came Alive
Once the old town was asleep, waiting.
The streets were empty and lonely –
no cars, no people, no life.
Then a spark ignited,
slowly turned to flame,
opened fresh eyes.
Hearts returned.
You Are
Here.
It Takes Two to Tango
It Takes Two to Tango
She was a walled flower with two left-over feet
No rhythm flowed or surged through her limp veins
Not beat to match her lonely heart moved her hips
But when the moon was full she shed her shoes and
tangoed alone in the lambent glow of night
A Question of Abundance
A Question of Abundance
The crocus and daffodils are blooming
and there is an abundance of small white
flowers in the herb garden – unwanted weeds
that I will have to pull, if it ever stops raining
On my front porch I found a small yellow
butterfly, a sign that the weather is finally
turning warmer and a reminder that my
abundant weeds are its abundant food source
Weeding can wait
A Song in the Storm
A Song in the Storm
A small, clear voice sang out
amid the storm of men at war –
a movie song, a moving song.
A call to peaceful action, a voice
to calm the fears of children everywhere.
A song that children sing from homes,
and schools – from street corners and bunkers.
A voice heard by nations and people
unlike her own, yet understood by all.
A child with the wisdom that children possess,
a wisdom that is lost in the foolishness of growing up
Paint Me
Paint Me
Paint me into a corner, and then
Paint your beating heart upon my lonely heart
Paint long-stemmed roses on my nose and
Paint love songs on my empty ears
Paint wet kisses onto my parched lips
Cover me in paint until I am no longer blank
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