Sunday, December 30, 2018

Without Winter

Without winter
how would we know spring?
How would we know the delight
of the first bud of the rose,
or the sighting of a robin
at the break of day?

How would we know 
that we climbed out of the drudge
that winter holds?
That we have been transformed
from our underworld dive?

Without winter in our soul
how would we feel renewed by love,
by the awakening of sleepy cells 
that long ago remained unchanged?

How would we know if we
passed through hell 
to come out healed?
How would we know 
what healing is?

Without the depths of our journey
How would we know we arrived?

Without winter
how would we remember
that not a spring comes by 
without its promise of renewal,
its soft colors,
enchanting breeze,
its welcoming silence, setting the stage
for that first sign of relief?

Sunday, December 9, 2018


As the moon
made love
with the sun,
the glorious glow
impregnated the world
with a sense of awe

and for a moment
we were all united.

Saturday, November 10, 2018

To My Ancestors

To you, whom I did not know.
To you, who took the steps
to create your future,
to carve a new path as your world
turned upside down. 

To you, who left your country,
your soil,
to brave the seas
and take a chance on life —
to start over
to have hope
to linger in thoughts and dreams and aspirations.

To you, who created the footsteps
to continue life
to want more
to nurture and bring forth a new generation.

To you, who let me be born
out of the desire of the human soul,

I thank you. 

Sunday, September 2, 2018

The Road to Nowhere

A happy ending seems unnecessary

when the journey is deep.
When stars awaken you
and love strikes a path.
When silence happens
at any time.
When you fall away
into his arms,
into another world.

The sun within you rises.
You slow down—only for a moment—
but you know you can.
You feel the life you want.
You can breathe it,
almost taste it.
It is not a means to an end
but a path full and rich.
A trek into the unknown
with no light to shine the way
yet every step knows where to go.

There is no happy ending—
only a road
speckled with beauty
and trust
and faith.

Monday, August 6, 2018

Spring Came

Spring came
as they said it would.
Out of the ashes
out of the dust
out of the air.

Scars remained
and landscapes changed.
People left
as nighttime laid heavy
on the hearts of those who lost.

Spring came
and branches
burst forth their blooms.
Days got longer
and bird songs filled the air.
Spring came
with the anticipation
of the bite of the first garden

as if through it all
something there is
that always
stays the same.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

We Rise

The light of day 
is growing longer—
a glimmer of hope
escaping the midnight sky.
This year
where thousands of dreams have perished,
hundreds of eternities have come alive.

The path is clear.
We rise again 
out of the rubble of the heart.
Verses are spoken
visions are shared
candles lit
prayers said

as we walk toward the promises
of a new year.