Time’s passing so quickly
You have not returned from your walk
You should have been getting ready
To go to ride the ferry
Eating breakfast, dressing up
But morning unfurls like a yarn with a cat
The telephone is garbled confusion
Converging into cries and disbelief
Of what has happened.
Tears take time to dry
Smile takes time to sustain
Flowers, sea, flamingoes, stories can not
Take the place of loss, we
Brave each morning, learning
New steps, each night may bring
New dreams, to remember and celebrate
Your life that will not return
Understanding and surrender take time
Love bears and endures all things
The only truth I have to know.
Today is second week of Lent
I imagine the Blessed Mother looking
At Jesus during his passion
I feel a deep sadness
I imagine all the other mothers
And fathers who have lost a loved one
We share the loss
We share tears and pain
We are one
We are one with One
Because of love.
“Love bears all things,
… endures all things.”
note: Faith, our granddaughter, and her basketball team, won the championship game in the March basketball tournament today. They are CHAMPIONS. Her father, our son, died suddenly last Monday morning.
Breaking down confinement, letting in fresh air
Scissoring pieces of manuscripts, selecting the words,
The correct capture, the clear release
How can we know treasure if surrounded by excess
Trim and, trim intelligently, creating more space
To flourish, more fulfilled and free
Will dreaming make us happier?
We look for the hidden charms
I can only see you from a great distance
Blurred and incomplete.
I continue to work
I continue to dream
Though we may live in parallel universe
The distance gets smaller.
Silence or disinterest
But when you pick up rutabaga
They will start talking with you
A simple algorithm
Not common or sounds exotic
Words can break walls
Collaboration in times of war is dangerous
At other times can bring us peace
If given a day
A drop in one’s lifetime
A person can make another happy.
Imagine a world without texting
You might not be able to drive again
Life is fleeting but it’s not catastrophe.
Sometime I am blinded of what I know
Prevents me from listening
At the end of the tunnel, I hope, is another way
And in the ocean, after I hoist a sail
The wind will pick up
And carry me to a wider reality.
I start putting words in my pocket
The birds start picking and scatter them
Some fall on front yards, others on the river
Fish snatch the floating words
The fishermen jump with surprise
People come out of their doors and greet me
I feel embarrassed, I answer with greetings
I’m thankful, their dogs like me
Tomorrow I will take a basketful of words to the Farmer’s Market
I will sit next to the mushroom grower
She tells stories about creatures in the forest
I will be a good listener.