The sun falls away in brilliance
joining the moments of the day
in a cup of gratitude
for a life filled with the realization
that the sound of an angelic child singing
deliver tears from a mysterious place.

In that moment, all the shame, discord, fear, and anger
well up and run down this sad face of mine.

I wonder if the life lights up in my eyes.

Do the threads create a tapestry of etheric beauty untouched.
Or do they become woven in a birds’ nest
planne by the robin visiting my porch?

^{Image by JillWellington from Pixabay}

Overwhelmed and unfamiliar
now that you are home.

The noise and distraction of constant fear
now replaced with a different longing
no less important but yet more real.

Like a load of bricks
delivered without any instructions

This new territory will be etched
in our minds
in our hearts
like an unplanned journey brings lasting moments
defining who we are.

Are we an abstract work of art to be viewed in a gallery?
Or are we the earth bringing forth miracles?

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I feel tired blessing my wounds.

Do I want to revisit them?

A friend once said to me, “We are the lucky ones”
as she looked into my eyes
with a terrifying ferociousness reserved for a lioness on the hunt.

Why would she say that to me in a smoky small town bar?

Time seemed to freeze
as I reacted to her courage and bravery.

I knew in that moment why she survived
and thrives to this day.

It is as if she threw a full glass of whiskey
in the face of danger
and stood with a hand on each hip.
Much like Robin Williams in “Hook”
when he remembered how to fly and crow
on his way to save his children.

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Every laundry day when I make the bed,
a certain feline hops up
and we play parachute
as she mews with joy.

Wait, wait, I tell her.
Wait until it’s ready.

I forget between the days
what keeps me alive

The simplicity
The memories
The gratitude

The invention of the fabric that save us
as it billows with the unseen
and carries us gently
through a dimension unknown
but not forgotten.

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Nothing but light radiates from the screen
perhaps that is why we are addicted to our phones

As we click, scroll, tap, listen, and watch
Shop, share, bank, and troll
Stalk, laugh, send, and share

Ignoring or dismissing the light above
Locking the light within

If I fall asleep with my phone on my chest
will I absorb the light?

Will is harm or disarm
I’m not sure and don’t want to know

I’d rather ignore the rings and dings

Suddenly the true light shines
I take the call
The one most anticipated

There may be nothing but light
disguised as shadow

Blossoms, oh, I know they are coming soon
But for now they are still,
quiet,
and slumbering.

What do they dream of?
Do they look forward to the eyes,
the voices,
the nibbles,
the sunshine?

Do they care?

Or do they simply wait
and gently arise
with blurry vision
and a yawn or a stretch?

Yellow,
blue,
green,
purple.

The fragrance.
I sow the fragrance.
How can I forget?

The first day of blossoms
that suddenly appear
as I drive down the street.

Suddenly the darkness of winter is swept away.
Not plowed violetnly.

But gently,
ever so gently
the darkness bows and curtsies to the brilliance.

The burning towers drive him into war
as I imagined lying on the tarmac in protest

How dare you all give him something bigger than himself

How dare you light a fire in his heart
A fire that makes the fire in mine seem dim and small

And there he goes again, driving us all to keep hope alive
To voluntarily open the doors to let it all start again
(or is it involuntary?)

His dad cries and cries and cries again
as I hold him and stay silent
except to write and dream
and pray
and find a way to stay strong and alive

Let the fire in my heart match
and overpower
any ill will,
any harm,
any darkness

Let the fire in his heart keep him safe

Let the wings of angels protect him
and remind him of the reasons to come home.

At the moment I fear no thing
no body
no thoughts
no sights
no sounds

I hear once that everything comes from fear or love
So does that mean I currently live in love?

I hope so

Thanks to guardian angels for helping to disperse the fear
into no thing to be feared

It seems impossible and detached and wrong to have no fear
Am I too sheltered?
Do I try too hard to feel safe?
Or is it a new way of being
that extends out to all that hear my voice?

I’ve noticed I sit in the car with my husband
and I trust him

I didn’t always trust him
But now I do.

And I welcome this love into my life.

Last week my sister reminded me
“It’s been two years. I want you all to know I am thinking of you.”

Two years ago I lost the sound of my father’s voice
No more calls
No more messages
No more visits

It surprised me that he left us all with a profound freedom
A freedom that we can and are surviving without him

He left his encouragement and wisdom that anything is possible
It is still possible to have fascinating and deep conversations
Feel alive
Be reminded of him in so many wonderful parts of this world.
And to express frustration with the seemingly unjust
Or what seems very, very wrong.

To listen and say, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you”
“I’m sorry I cannot fix you.”

To say “I lost” sounds like it was all a competition
But it’s not.
Even though I heard him say last week,
“There you go!”