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

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


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
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.