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.

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.

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.

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.