Those who take life and shake it a bit,
to make trauma less,
And fit all error into pockets of love,
will also enmesh
Forgiveness in and around each hurt,
to become a breed
With rarer hearts, and sounder minds,
who, with no vested needs
Are free to serve the spirit of giving
as from their core emits
Understanding and quiet acceptance
of facts befitting
An air of compassion, then, easier
their souls will soar
Toward untroubled lives, more ready
To show rarer love than before.

To live with a loss so great after times
of month-long waiting
invites such a natural rage in that a child,
a babe of no age
who was wanted and loved so much
could die,
and leave me in loneliest pain seems
unbearably hard.

And if heaven was not making it plain
that my dear baby
now faces a state of tenderest peace,
and that clutching him
tightly in my place is an Eternal Love,
touchingly
singing his lullaby needs, I could not
be carrying on.

God knows I must take this view of loss,
see such ways as right,
because if I did not I would go insane,
but now I feel
I can cope with waiting to see him again,
by trying to stay sure
he has not ceased to be, so please God,
carry on helping me.

Key-stone of conformity stays with the banal and
trite persuasion,
thinks only in formal straight lines.
Break with staid
and taut peels back from mind, lets in unrestraint
and stretches credulity.
Breach convention and back-to-front insight will
violate orthodox,
peer squint-eyed with curiosity and
welcome poetic muse that infuses and revitalizes
customary thought.
Sail out of the usual in oddity's sea , Sphyx-like
greet life less ordinary.
Leave safe-shore solidity, take a sound
lateral look
with mind-set's original back-sidedness and feel
feet leaving the ground.

If a tree was me and I a tree,
it would be fun to feel
wet droplets race,
after rain, down my trunk,
trickle freely
through dark clefts
between great hairy feet, lace
my roots with good
mineralized water, ******,
up through cells
straight to my thick rough
branchy-green dome
to be greedily drunk, frilly
veined leaves only
exist by this filtered liquid.

Distilled from the ground,
ambrosial nectar,
sun-powered and essential
oozes life for trees
and refined by climb, juices
enliven, energize,
and find ways to help cells
exhale the vital
oxygen needed by humans.

Trees with such use now die
in the millions,
and yearly polluted by greed
or carelessly cleared,
bequeath earth dire travesty,
for when denuded
life-forms end and disappear.

Wilderness need not be avidly dry.
It can contain shades of uplifting memory.

Sweet drops of whisperings fly
around souls who,
desert-bound and tied to circumstance,
retreat into spaces
of such empty aloneness it seems
never again
will ways out of crystallized mazes where
reigns abject silence
ever be found to bring freedom again.

Yet Wilderness need not be overly feared.
It becomes productive under love's challenge.

Prone to arise out of aimless places      
and grazing on sighs
of pain are the tiniest grains of gone loves
growing lonely with wait,
and as shadows of smiles permeate minds  
in Wilderness-Land,
remembering to contact angelic unseen
means certain survival.

Despite blood-red pain of sudden ends
look inward and find dim      
streaks of light birthing changes for
hope lost in Wilderness,
watch black holes shine after saline ebb
then as tides of tears
begin to recede know grief's despair    
will grow no more weeds,      
flowers of assurance unfurl their truth
that love's journey
goes on, deserts will blossom with many
a happy reunion,
for heaven's arrangement never denies
access to askers for proof.

Wilderness dies when souls feel not alone.
Coping with sorrow means climbing its hills.

Wild are the fearsome changes
When starlight takes up home in unsuspecting
Wide-apart dwellers of east-west
Togetherness.

Magnets let loose attract oceans.
Ironized fragments of need, fall, easily warmed
And bind in sought-after
Luminous joy.

Freedom swings from forgotten
Beams of roofed-in and much weathered lives
In hiding and joins hands across
Unfettered miles.

Singing arises from caverns deep
Inside hearts, the wild change starts and being
Alive becomes brightened with
Thoughts of tomorrow.