Monday, August 14, 2017

Caught in Time



It is not her story
but history.

Numbers on her arm—
a tattoo she never chose.
Always the reminder
of life taken from her.
Mother, father, brother gone.
No home to return to.
Only the promise
she made to herself
that someday
she would have
a family of her own to love.

That was her answer.
It was the only thing she knew
that could not be taken from her:
the desire to love.

And as she passed away
with her children, grandchildren,
great grandchildren by her side
she knew she had won,
and she thanked God
for the living
who carry forth the message
to never forget.

Friday, December 30, 2016

Universal Storm



Even the light is shaken,
lost in itself.
Strangers smile,
but friends hedge
on saying they are happy.

As we fall into darkness,
both by season and nation
I trust our united self
will bring us through this one.
Elements that grow larger
by the day:
unearthed hatred and rage,
separatism and fear,
accepted lies, ignored truths,
these are frothing at the mouth
unleashed.

I don’t retreat
as I sign petitions and make calls
and push deeper into my work
my purpose —
continuing the creative process
of God creating me
so that I can create.


Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Soul is its Own Healer



In the kindness of the world
in the timelessness of the moment
in the deep recesses of the night
through space,
The soul, like a cut
long ago dissolved back into skin
heals and leaves no scars.

The soul heals
by living in the wonders of the world,
by seeing a grain of sand
for what it is.
The soul heals
unprodded, unanalyzed
asking for only trust and faith
to let it soften the edges of life

and deliver
what you need.


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Beauty



The world will be saved
by beauty.

Not by guns
or politicians 
or warlords.
But by hummingbirds
and magnolias
and evening serenades.
The sweet succulent fruit
hanging from branches
That’s what will save us.

Morning walks in the fog
a baby's smile
the first petals of spring
jasmine.
A glorious sunset

bringing with it
the hope
of another day.


Monday, February 8, 2016

Our World



It is our world now.
The one that waits
to be discovered
the one that needs silence
to enter
the one that wants to awaken
to the luminous possibilities
that come from
delving into our depths.

Those who have left
left it to us
to image creatively
beyond our selves
beyond our views
into the eternal essence
of why we are here.

It is our world now.


Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Drifts of Sand



It is not meant to be understood —
the twists of fate.
It takes us in
and around and through
the portals of our creation,
but doesn’t stop there.

Oh, if it would just
rest on a happy day,
or the view of the sunset
warm, rich, alive.
If it would keep the child here longer
or keep this moment forever in us.
If we could hold fast this love
tie a knot on it
perhaps the pain
could be in our bearing.

But time moves on.

We are sand
sifting through life in one direction
absorbing what we can
going out the door alone.
Leaving our loved ones
with the hope
that we are still here

and perhaps we are.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Spirit Rises


Collaborative Art by Linda Kay Stevens and Sherrie Lovler

Something passes
and we are touched.
Yet spirit moves forward.
Matter falls.

Spirit is from the start.
We are born and we die
and die and die.
We watch as rains fall
and we feel
the cracking of the earth
the cracking of our hearts.
Yet spirit
never ceases to rise.
And in our surrender
she takes us into her arms
and carries us with her.

And leaves still fall
and trees are bare
and time
will let them bloom again
as spirit rises
and matter falls.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Great Moments



Great moments
dwell in the grasses
and the trees
In the fluttering light
that surrounds us.

They live in the stories
that are shared
from one person to another
In the deep songs of the soul.

They open the door to love
Propel us from here to there
Make our cells feel alive.

Great moments
tap as gently
as the beating of your heart
They come and go
like whispers in the wind.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Edge of Chaos



At the edge of chaos
spirit moves
in a different dance.

Away from the storm
waves subside
as motion slows.

A delicate beauty
rises from the mist
which swirls
in the forgotten movement

left alone to be discovered.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Next Phase



The endless days of openings
on silent ground that cannot be felt
call to me.
It is time to leave
my small world of comfort.
The truth of my existence
is here, now
ready to take me
on her flight of surrender.

Surrender to who I am
and resist no more
Surrender to faith
to healing power
to love.
Surrender
to the one life
I am here to live.

The apprenticeship is over.