Yes

You have led me
to a liminal space.

I prefer the sanctuary
after the service.

Silence.

The wispy souls
of extinguished candles
waft upward.

Still silence.

I sit 
with

Mary,
now thin
and luminescent,
enshrined 
in a window.

Mary,
once round, warm, opaque.
What fires did she endure
to dissolve,
to become
light-giving glass?

	That's where “yes” 
		to you 
	             leads.



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Daybreak Drawing Near

Bedtime.

Anxieties
seep in
through the window
while I brush my teeth.

During the day
I swim in mystery;
the sun sets,
it feels
like drowning.

I haven’t a clue
what I’m doing.
Am I wasting my life?

Crawl into bed.
Slippery,
pernicious
questions
wait
under
the covers .

They sink their teeth in.

Uneasy,
I somehow
sleep.

~

Before first light,
I awake alone,

amazed.

Daybreak
drawing near

changes

everything.

Creation’s Choir

I.
The air is crisp,
stings my cheeks,
pleasantly.

The land stretches, yawns.
Spring.
Life deafens
and delights:

Quacking ducks,
seagulls crying, cold and clear,
chirping chickadees,
honking geese,
barking dogs
(probably at the geese.)

What
is my
song?

II.
Crocuses
murmur
spring’s arrival.

Daffodils trumpet
such gregarious,
goofy heralds!

Spring shrubs
(forsythia, lilac, and apple trees)
mutter
shy whispers
buds tight
but swelling.

I hum,
fitfully.

III.
For all
the trials
and travails
of being
blissfully,
tragically,
frailly,
and resiliently
alive –

I am
grateful.

I am
here

– still –

to hear
to harmonize
creation’s
choir.

Deepening

We often go for

widening

but rarely

deepening.

Remaining rooted:

Stability,
commitment,
tenacity.

Rather than:

Multiplying
grazing,
moving,
flitting.

Both have their value
but the

                              balance
is upset

right now

                                                                 I              think.