"when I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom Let it be Let it be"
Solo notes set to rest Crimson petals fragrant Descants and refrains Take the light Take the floor This image flickers Suspended adoration Sister mine
Forever singing in the secret Sacred places Unscathed, unscarred Wild irish locks in ringlets at your throat grace notes and triplets concrete streets and desert skies While years and tears fall around me I keep you safe inside
Weve weathered everything casual insincerities jealous suppositions vicious cycles of friends and enemies and fools Ticking clocks mark idle time You so often the weary warrior While I cower naked behind these words Pray they say enough to cover us both Passing off my emptiness You fill it up Give again Feed my monsters fragile kindness from your hand You bless me more than you will ever understand My sister Treasure the forgiveness of a friend All my petty dreams and inclinations gathering dust at the end of the day I slip away to that sacred moment and you are there I hear you sing again to me
"whisper words of wisdom....let it be"
Take the light and you are free
for Terry - who gave me a second chance at friendship. 012209 quote from Paul McCartney Let It Be
I'm in a dry season when it comes to poetry - not for lack of ideas - but lack of time to develop them. I took time I didn't have yesterday - and let this one out. In 1981, Terry and I were juniors in High School - sharing this big dream of rock sisterhood. By 1982, I got a big ego, and Terry got a life. My dreams never manifested, and hers - they changed as some dreams do. But now, because she forgave me repeatedly - we are friends. So the poem is for her. It is an image I have of her, on stage, singing - casting a flower to the crowd - I remember her spotlighted....I remember the applause....for her...it is a precious image. I hope she reads this and it brings her light.