Walking along the train tracks,
leaves rustle beneath my feet.
There's no looking back,
I'm moving on.

Earth is a pretty big place,
for two people to meet.
Feels as big as space,
yet somehow, we met.

And somehow, we stayed together,
somehow, we stayed strong.
You promised me forever,
I held on to every word.

But forever didn't last,
didn't last long at all.
Now you're the past,
and I'm moving on.

I may not be strong,
but I'm moving on.

from the flat, scorched fields of Nebraska
to the rugged, snowy tops of Alaska
we danced a jig - no, a rap
swaying beautifully to the beat
of a one-two step
loving and fearing and trusting
and listening

Threads twisted and crossed
until a beautiful know came into view, untying impossible.

Ups and downs and a deluge of life
produced permanent stains on the separate strings
playing a harmony never equaled or paralleled.

It began as a single note
and quickly progressed to chords and
talented fingerpicking.

A unique song
that echoes  off peaks, across the plains, to the valley.

And life came again
separating the melodies
tearing them apart.

And they screak in protest
knowing that they will play together again
and decorate the terrain
with joy.

Memories alone let them
spread their wings and

SOAR

Whatever it may be--let's face it,
while these rain drops collect like moments
in the valleys of our lives, and rush
away from out-stretched hands
to water the fertile ground of youth.

We must face it.
This rain both lengthens
and diminishes life,
until everything has grown
up around us, old and green.

I miss when we called it ‘new.’
The watery seconds pool up at our feet,
sinking into mud as thick as memories,
so far from our lowered gaze.
We watch these droplets of time-puddles,

Together, afraid to draw ourselves tall,
to be as we were made to be,
and to face each other and the heavy clouds

of everything that is
and never will be

once this rain drifts on
without us.

In the name of the Father
A trickle of cool seeps through sparse black hair and reaches the scalp.
A cry as the sinful nature begins to drown.
*And of the Son
Screeches and screams as the demons’
fear becomes more vocal and the clear liquid dribbles down the raging face.
And of the Holy Spirit.
Eyes flash open as the infant sees the world in new light,
belonging to it no more.
*Amen.

The flag is down
the box is open.
A sense of fear
A moment to collect thoughts
Open. Unfold.
A heart plummets like a fishing sinker in the ocean
Dread and worthlessness approach hand in hand
Will you ever be good enough?

                   -**Rejection