Like a piece of my jigsaw
Like a block from my jenga
Like a bridge for my song
Like a love forgone

You are missing from me

Imagine no shadows, no night.
All light
everywhere.
No need for shade.
For we are all basking
in one all enveloping
Light.

And we shall see his face.

Swig the morning dew
Join song amongst the blackbirds
This is vintage spring

Back when Tigers smoked and Cranes
played fiddle late in the night,
back when men left the forests
for fear of the Moon Bears’ songs,
back when women were revered
for their surging red moon dance,
I remember less warfare,
more reason to feast and sing,
I recall my beginning
as father took mother’s hand
and bathed her in the river
in the late Korean Spring.

Lift that chin, Rosa.
Lift those eyes up high.
Say to the sun, you're welcome.
Lift your face to the sky.

Lift that chin, Rosa.
Spread your arms out wide.
Tell the wind that you're ready.
And just see if you don't fly!

Like-minded
Christ-minded
Like-Christ-minded
(Not small-minded)

We thought we'd tamed the dragons.

But they were simply waiting,
Watching us methodically
Create an environment
More suited to their needs.

Heated, unpredictable, and
Increasingly hostile.

We never tamed the dragons.
We became them.