Dark Rich Earth Hope

All I see’s
not all there is of this young tree
It’s not all of you
Nor all of me

Twisted and bent
Scared and broken
Seems last night maelstrom’s
fury has spoken

Pause a moment

With your heart, look to see
the dark rich earth beneath the tree
Branching roots drinking deep
Winter comes
the tree shall sleep

Come the Spring
Hope can’t help but grow
Come the Spring
New life shall show

No Longer Afraid

 

Having spent a very long and stormy night
losing the ‘what if?’ game
For no reason at all
I decide to play the ‘mindfulness’ game

Here
in the trailing days of a lingering summer swelter
I become – unstuck
Somehow this moment falls away
swirling like that leaf

I reflect on the refractions of Autumn
Autumns past
Autumns to come

Yellow poplar
Scarlet maple
Rust red oak

And look
Pathways in the dancing leaf shadows
Pathways beyond number. . .

Faith When Wisdom Fails

There is a thunder in the world
a thundering heart
But under the sound of my every breath
there lies a silent conviction
that the World is somehow broken
and there is nothing I can do
to fix it

Yet my children hug me
My students thank me
And friends speak with me

I have come to see all manner of beauty in the World
In the sun, the clouds and wind and sea
and grasses and leaves
and . . .
I have come to stand in the presence of Queen Anne’s Lace
Sunflowers and daisies
Black-eyed Susans and Oswego bergamont
and have known a measure of the serenity prayer

So is it possible that this is the way
it was all meant to be?

I am not wise enough to know

For the Love of the Lady

The edges of the picture window grow frosty
Outside The Lady Moon lifts her lantern high

Sparkly white flicking lights on new fallen snow
Handmaids of the Moon’s sister, Lady Winter

One of the chosen
One of the children says
“They look like fireflies. . . “
The other is silent

Her skin, the white of billowing clouds
Her lips the red of holy berries
Her eyes. . . strangely warm
He arms are around the house

The One child says
“Let’s go outside
She wants to play. . .”

The Lady sighs
whipping up flakes of starlight
She hold up her hand in a gesture as old as stopping
She says
“Dear Child stay where its warm”

The other child says
“I want to come out and hold you”
The Lady says
“Child I would melt before taking one so beautiful as you
You warm my cold heart and I would have it ever so. . .
Stay”

The other child says
“It’s crazy in here
We’re not safe. . .”

The Lady pauses and listens to the fight in the other room
She sighs again and the furnace dies
A particularly noisy but harmless mechanical death
The fighting continues
The Lady lifts her hand and the power goes off
She says
“Cooler heads will now prevail
They will have to take you to grandmother’s
And I want you to tell her
Tell her about the fights”

“We wouldn’t dare”

“Oh dear children
it would be best for all concerned
Listen, the fighting has stopped
Do this thing that you might be safe
and when I see you again
we can build ice castles and snow forts. . . “

The chosen One says
“Cool”
The other child says
“Ignore him
he’s too silly”

Lessons of the Tyro

The elder is grim
yet somehow his eyes are warm
Teachers seldom forgive themselves. . .

He pauses
Points his stick indicating roiling waters of the byrne in the brae
“Last night came a storm
And the Wind spoke many prophesies
as the rains came down”

He turns to face the a’tuiteam waters
A concern passes through me

He says
“The waters come over the brim
long after the rains have passed
Such is the way of unwelcome memories

One must lean against the current
if a crossing is desired
One must feel the rocks of the soul
searching out the ones firm in their resolve
One must focus on the goal
and not the possibility of being swept away”

Then he turned and walked past me in the direction of lunch
He paused
turned back to me saying
“I’m not an idiot
Let’s go get something to eat”