Type: Poem

“Reclaim the holy. Prove it again, one bright flame at a time, one more memory of why we do this.”

“May there never again be war.  Wasn’t war  lifetimes ago? Who wants war?” 

“This is when / enormous red warmths / reply to November wind. “

“Soft layers of quiet are my dowry…”

A teaching and prayerful poem about the gift of waking up each day.

“I hear spirits of our human longing ascend to sing…”

“Can a miracle be a miracle, without the work of God?”

“The grand naked strength of their trunks / Begins to be revealed once again…”

“Offer mercy through all eyes that see them although their intimate gaze is hidden.”

“We created this mayhem in the night time / because our hearts were full of fear,” and now we must live in its shadow.