Released
ReleasedEarly one summer morning at the pond nearbya red winged blackbird called, his cry clear and crystal pure.He was perched on the rushes by the shorehis feathers blackly sleek, his wingtips...
View ArticleA Morning With My Grandsons
The following is dedicated to my grandsons, Adriel, 5 and Asher, 2A Morning With My GrandsonsSummer flowers nod beneath a turquoise skyand as we meander along the trail beside the lakewe discover a...
View ArticleAnd So It Is
And So It IsTo CindyBloodshed is much too common these daysand we live under the shadow of destructionas the poor of our country fight the rich mans battle.You have put a face on war and have given...
View ArticleChildren the Saviors
Children the SaviorsA million years ago when she was youngshe thought she would be young forever,running free in the fields and climbing trees,carefree as children are in the gift of the moment.She...
View ArticleOctober So Far, 2005
October So Far, 2005On the Eve of Yom KippurQuiet star pierced night cheeks reddying leaves beneath my feetsirens in the distancehalf moon hanging in the skya sign of things to comeroad trips family...
View ArticleWhat I Have Noticed Lately
What I Have Noticed LatelyWhen I pass someone on the street,a person obliviously younger than Imy attempt at friendliness is ignored,silence and an odd look directed my way.I feel a barrier a...
View ArticleDiaspora
diasporagrief frozen facesmourningmothers fathers childrenweepingagony of heartnowhere to gonowhere to startscattered, shatteredwar,disease, greedso many familiesso much needdiasporanessi"We write to...
View ArticleHome in You
Home In YouThe revelation of a lifetime is inyour sweet kiss, your tender embrace that elates me with hope.Busy with worry, lost in the futureI wrestled demons of the pastand all but missed the...
View ArticleStar Above the Ocean
Star Above the OceanI am with loved ones for the holidays,we are at the beach at sunsetand I am mesmerized by the tides;The ancient rhythm of the ocean waves soothes me like a babe rocked in my...
View ArticleI AM (a freewrite)
I AM ( a free write)not at all the person I once wasor should I say pretended to bealways trying to please othersnever knowing where I fithow I fit or if I even belonged,not the stranger, theone who...
View ArticleJanuary Days in the Pacific Northwest~~Opal Reflections~~
January Days in the Pacific NorthwestWinter days wearing leaden gray cloudspour wretched rain that penetrates the very bones;The cold damp afternoons give way to early darknessand in weary sameness...
View ArticleBy Any Other Name
By any Other Namethe word is warand coming to the pointthe Shadow has been upon mesince the day of my birthand although I was bornafter WWIIand lived in a time of relativepeace and prosperitynothing...
View ArticleEmpathy and Prayer
Empathy and PrayerEarly morning frost is still upon the grassand the air is bitter cold;War rages beyond the seaand each day so many die senselessly;Fathers, daughters, sons, wives,mothers and their...
View ArticleReflections on a Sunday Afternoon
Reflections on a Sunday AfternoonWords of wisdom said to methose many years ago,warnings issued about existence,Of things I didnt knowbut then I had to live my lifeblinded, foolish, and unaware,No...
View ArticleWhat Is
What IsUnlearning..Of anothers happinessWho am I? My brothers keeperIn some realmBut I am choosing my CenterNo more to cling to conceptionsEgo so fragile and yet What I defend; emotion prevailsIn...
View ArticleGrace Given
Grace GivenWithin Minds eye I seek a paththat takes me far away from myself;enough to separate who I am from who I imagined to be.In the swiftly passing yearsseasons, reasons, fall into placewith no...
View ArticlePrayer
(This was influenced after I saw the film "An Inconvenient Truth".. a film about global warming)Save Our Earth,Save our Soul.Strokes of light,icy glowglaciers meltin breath of dayssummers nightof...
View ArticleMusing on an October Night
Musing on an October NightNight arrives, dark, damp, coldand the full moon, the Harvest Moonis just hours ahead;Quietly, carelessly I meditate, try to compensate for the weaknessesthat I despise in my...
View ArticleHeart Language~~Psyche's Touc~~~
Heart LanguageThe language of the heartis not words, not music,it is silent, deeply feltand beats as rhythmic as the earth herself,Mother Earth whose breathis steady like the ebb and flowof the ocean...
View ArticleNot Alone
Quiet edge,falling into a suspicionnot alone doubled.Ever quiet,blue while someone foundthe brush to paint sunlit.Purple haze to quiet rose,tip the mountain upsideslant yellow in phase,bringing...
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