Prayer
The incense grabs my being
slows down my walk
a peak inside the door
the candle lit
to the woman
who holds the earth
in the palm of her hand.
The incense grabs my being
slows down my walk
a peak inside the door
the candle lit
to the woman
who holds the earth
in the palm of her hand.
Stable,
like the promise of rain,
And the promise of sun
After it.
Dare
And in your daring
Never think twice to jump
Catch the wind
Under your wings
No matter what
Voices and souls
Lift you up
Like a feather
Sweet nothings
At the reach of our hands
Frivolous abidings
We can barely withstand
Yet they are the most remembered
The ones we long for
As their images wither
From our daily lore
a path opens up
to the past,
a peephole
into a time of long ago
spirits calling
the living,
spirits silenced
through the ages
God
Have I not been,
Done,
Went and came?
Maybe not…
Perhaps not yet…