Poetry

Dawn Branches

In the breaking distance I saw a great bough
Multi-toned tinges of new day peeking from behind
 Great rounded arms of magnificent girth
Curling with supple strength upwards
As if to hold up gracefully the ensuing dawn
And amidst the approaching splendor,
A singular circle of wound, healed with waking bark
Colored contours of each year’s caressing
Surrounded by the communion of branches
This the most beautiful than even the sky above!…

Reflections

GAME OF LOVE

If you were asked to name the greatest love story that you have ever heard, what would you say?  The stories across history, captured in oral traditions, the written word, and art provide countless and many times dramatic accounts of the power of love and its capacity to bring out the most joyful and also the most painful experiences that we as humans can have. …

Poetry

The Oranges and The Chocolate

The Oranges:
You tell your story to me –
I tell mine to you;
Not all at once,
But in broken pieces –
Breaking open,

Breaking down,
Breaking out!
Memories…
Joyful!

Angry?
Or vacant…
Even new ones formed!
Stories of painful scars;
But ones that can and do heal –
Empty spaces
That make room
For love and compassion,

 The Chocolate:
 We come together
In Brokenness,
To be-come Whole –
Not by gathering up the pieces
ALONE,
Or to re-piece or
Re-pair the past – No!;…