the rainy eyes

 

only nine...and the bare white walls
and beeping machines make a strange lullaby
when sleep is for healing, and healing comes like a dream
and the busy doorway
brings strange eyes with deep frowns
and the wonderful smile
of Mom and Dad, friends and their
Moms and Dads.
The things they found make them frown
the brain, and it brings the rainy eyes...
but when nine, storms pass quickly,
the frown cannot linger and
every chance to find a moment of joy- is like
her infectious smile in this antiseptic place; it is
simply...irresistible.

Church…

In a feeling like the growth of a tide

Soft tones rose  beneath the wooden cross

And the agony of Jesus replayed in my eyes

As the crimson robed choir began a gentle sway

And their eyes closed or upward cast, they waited

For voice and spirit to join,  praise sounds

like a song of life when life rises to connect

a moment of feeling to an endless journey

As faith joins the ragged seams

Of beginnings and ends  Into a circle,

bound and unbroken, passed from slave to free 

To claim that faith brought us thus far

And it will carry us forever through.

Loss

A window pane can separate

The seen from that we can touch

But it leaves the airy space open

To that which we can feel

As if you were last there

Near the corner turn, and away

From my sight you go,  and I

Must imagine you, and all I know of you

Is in memory.

It is this way today

The bright sky perceived in a patina, gone gray

The way a bright gull becomes dull, mottled brown

As it floats to ground and sheds the sun

So another breath gone still, nothing in this space

Nothing in that tomorrow…

I close eyes and see a boat passing by

The water swelled in its bow and quieting in its wake

Until still, and moving only

Because of the wind or the unseen tug of the world

And I think the boat has gone, until

The water swirls again; reminding me of

the ceaseless ways of a journey.

A Little Broken...

Once again in an embrace of tender thoughts,
you are there in an air of need, when the body
bends past its bounds, and the brave sounds
of denial, are but flimsy reeds whipped
in a powerful stream.

The eyes that care, and clearly see
the bare wounds and  raw feelings
and once again, you are stronger than you can be
you  do not allow pain that breaks the will,
and will alone connects the jagged seams...
 a little broken

Still you are  the moon in a dream of night
and the beauty that dwells in a dear heart
that holds you always,  in a boundless wish

a thing not done

 

I choose to be near you
And to feel the warmth of loving
Even when you call upon a distant wind
And see across the bend of the world
I choose
I decide to reach for you
Across wrinkled bed covers
And to hold a treasured memory
It is the best use of closed eyes and moonlight
To choose your shadow, and be near you

There are no guarantees in life
No certainty of a thing not done;
when I choose to spend the next breath
in a whisper just for you
I choose, a simple wish…to be near you

Someday not soon enough...

there will be an awakening,

a recovery of sudden awareness
as if rescued from a deep drugged trance

We will be revulsed at the sight

of that we have done
at the poured blood of innocent life

Wet upon our hands

It will come like a wish,

and a nightmare will face us
awakened to what we have allowed,

the senseless slaughter of so many to enrich and amuse so few...

guns and violence

Someday not soon enough, to keep more innocents
alive and in the world

to bathe in the miracles of abundant life
a sad glad day will be, someday…

 not soon enough

wet...

Happiness is the wind

That lifts the wings of the heart

To soar above the world we see

Into a realm of boundless truth;

That within each recognition lays

the possibility of an entire lifetime.

The past is no more clear than tomorrow

It is born still wet, and never dry

Until the end of change when we become

Fixed in a forgotten frame. It is wet

until memory loses touch with its maker,

All pages wither, and its bindings fail.

Even then, might breath disturb the dust…

Or laughter