This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
a truer gift
she walked along the forest path
a woven basket in her grasp
she sometimes paused and would bend down
collecting treasure she had found
some might judge these trophies odd
pine cones, leaves, sticks, mud clods
but now she walks in your direction
to share her jewels, to show affection
can you allow your heart to see
piles of stars, the true beauty
of something shared from real attention
a truer gift defies invention
take courage now
the day relents
the light gives in
the night draws close
the dark begins
for those attuned
to thick black air
slink through the gloom
with flat cold stare
for those who come
unprepared
take courage now
and say a prayer
Hidden Jewels
Is there a switch like a light
can turn on wondrous delight?
Is there a tool like a saw
to cut out shame and reveal awe?
Is there a trick like a ploy
will replace sadness with the fullness of joy?
Our attention may be such a tool.
Use it deftly to reveal hidden jewels.
Trust the Truth
Outside leaves rain down
Blanketing the waiting ground
A hushed reminder
We all need warmth in winter
Trust the truth of those you touch
Each New Day
Love the world
and all that’s in it
God took a ball
and he did spin it
Here we are
on this big rock
Building things
or buying stock
What if on
each new day
All we did
was love and play
The Light Carries Memories
Last night I felt my Self
Slip back inside myself
Sometimes my body
Is only a shell that others see
But the me that I know
Has left
I wonder, where does she go?
She rests
In a field of gold
Listens to birds sing
Feels the touch of a butterfly wing
Watches the warm sun and the cool breeze dance in the shade of a tree
Laughs as the ants crawl on her toes
The light carries memories
As she returns home
encounter in a wood
Last night I dreamt of a forest.
Above a stream in a clearing
floated fairies or sprites or spirits.
They moved as wisps of color and grace.
In the dark edges of the wood, evil lurked.
we could all feel it
I wrote the angels a poem
to say hello and thank you,
to help keep the evil away.
I had to leave the forest,
will never know if my words mattered
but I know they heard them.
we could all feel it
dreamland conversation
I see your mind
Wandering
through fields of worry
Drowning
in streams of doubt
Drifting
on an ocean of dread
My mind is here too
Let’s build a kite and float away
on the stirring of our dreams
Together