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More Love Aug 2020
Gray pours over everything
Covering life with dust.

Of which I was made,
And which I will return.
More Love Aug 2020
Rip the white off these walls-
And let me see what lives behind it.

These white walls stare
As I, their specimen
Strive and struggle
To remain alive
Within this sterile container.

From wall to wall
I travel each day
Searching for a hole,
Or a crack to escape.

I exhaust, rest and repeat
For what may be

Weary, one morning
I lift my meager fist
To that cool, flat surface
Ready to tear it down.

Only to understand
In that courageous moment
That there is a door nearby.
More Love May 2020
How foolish I am to push
As though blowing against
A strong and howling wind
Hoping to turn it around
With my weary breath
So I can forge forward
Without such resistance

Time has revealed,
That my power rests in waiting…

For the moment the breeze
Matches the direction my breath
Allowing the wind to carry me

Feet grazing over the ground
Effortlessly floating
In the direction I seek

My breath feeding the breeze
That moves us forward together

Knowing with my flesh and my feet
And all that is vital in me
That supported by the wind
I can go anywhere,
And by my own means,
I can do nothing.
More Love May 2020
Marvelous splendor
The eyes delight
God’s thumbprint upon
This magical sight

She wears herself
And nothing more
Standing true
In her natural form

Beauty is,
Not symmetry
Beauty is
Simply to be

God made you, you
And nothing more
So wear it proud
And wear it strong

There is only one you
On the face of this earth
And someone out there
Can see all your worth

Without you changing
A single thing -
Your beauty is in
Your true being

So let your light
Shine through today
So God can delight
In what he has made.
More Love May 2020
Alas, Spring is here!

A fine young woman
Hearty and young
Full of life

Plump and fertile
With pale white skin
Pink cheeks, lively eyes
And brown curls around her face

Her arms are full
With flowers of yellow and white
And she carries loaves of bread
In a sack on her back

Children skip behind her
In streams of laughter
And she leaves a trail
Of petlas on their path

She wears a halo of sun
Above her full face

And a flower crown
On her soft bed of hair

She breaths warmth on the days
Melting mornings like butter

And when she cries, it rains
And the town becomes silent
Giving room to the boom
Of her sorrowful roars

And when it is finished
She sings with joy
And the birds chime in
And the grass lifts
And horses drink peacefully
From a nearby stream

And the sky outpours its light
Affirming all will be alright

People rush from their doors
To observe the spring fair
Enjoying her celebratory visit
As the earth opens up,
To give way to life.

And when she leaves
Ever-so-quietly one night,
Her sister comes knocking,
Early in the next morning
With her fire red hair and safari eyes
Jumping and dancing and kissing the moon
Summer has arrived-

Followed by father autumn,
Whose quiet power
Sways life from the trees.
And mother winter,
Who brings comfort and rest
With her blanket of white.

Till' again spring returns
And all the world rejoices
At the arrival of their favorite guest,

Generous and humble
More Love Apr 2020
Silent streets beckon,
Wide and empty, like an open hand
A gentle pull back to before

When summer heat
Danced from the streets
Melting time like Dali’s clock
As the night sky poured out her stars
Into our eager and open eyes

When opportunity rushed in
On autumn leaves
Sweeping out the old
In a blue sky breeze

And curtains burst open
On a crisp winter's morning,
Revealing a portrait of white
In a wide and timeless sky

When alone
Was just a seed,
A fantasy of youth,
Yet to reveal
Its perfect purple pedals,
Only to the moon

And racing feet
Kissed the dew
On tender springs buds
Bursting with life.

How gentle a time,
It was to be young,
When all four seasons were ahead.
More Love Apr 2020
Today is one day
Just like the rest,
But unlike the others
It is here

Unlike tomorrow,
It holds the promise
Of existence.

And unlike yesterday
It provides opportunity
For change.

Today, her majesty
Is all we have.

When we salute her sunrise
And give way to her glory.

The shadows of yesterday
Come to rest
And the worries of tomorrow ease

And today opens her royal gates
To let in the living.
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