Monday, October 17, 2016

East Coast West Coast

It is the loss
in love
that scares me –
that vulnerable space
of leaving
at least some
piece of my heart
in the hands
of all those I love.

This risk unnerves me
feeding the fear
I will have nothing left.

But I hear
there is a narrow path –
the kind that leads
a soul
to gaze with grace
across her life
and see
that much was lost
but
much was gained.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

A Stark Introspection

The tide that has washed my life
     these past few months
Recedes
Leaving the inlets of my world
Exposed.

No longer the submerged desires
     of what I hope fore
But rather the sharp outlines
     of what truly is.

Why is it that this rhythmic flow
Certain as the moon
     which grows and withers
     just to find itself reborn
Leaves me feeling unmoored?

Am I not tethered
     to the gravity of earth
Beckoned into motion
     by the movement of the sky
Until

Washed and uncovered,
Cleansed and laid bare
I too find myself
     clothed in resurrection life?

Thursday, October 02, 2014

Cable Car Colors

A single stripe of rainbow
Chased by the magic of a full-fledged arc 
       color to earth.
Shifting to
Cotton candy clouds
       and
The fading fiery orange sun
Sinking into
The vast stone blue of the sea.

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

In response to War Photo Limited

We break the world.

We crush and grind each other.

We smear violence across the face of humanity
       and sneer at suffering.

If we do not raise our hands
       in kindness and justice,

If I do not use all my strength
       to heal and rebuild,

Then the bullets of war are my own.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

A tale of faraway places (and home)

From the floating sea
       (of clouds)
Rise the ancient spiny crests
       (of mountains)

There in the space
       between myth and moment 

I am reminded of all the world there is
       (and what I have not seen)
And all the tales that have come before me
       (and what I do not know).

Sunday, August 10, 2014

summer

I can't decide which I love more 
the wide, blue sky of summer days or
the calm, thick stillness of summer nights.

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

a night walk

the soft sky
the bright moon
the sweet, cool air
the quiet song of night creatures
the wordless promise of restoration