Thursday, February 26, 2015

Lent, Day 9: Place

I woke from dreaming sadness
leaving you, of missing
your tidal rhythms, your
storm waves and
sunsets. In the landscape
of my years, my heart and homes, your
place will be
held by magnolia pod,
palmetto, moss, tiny crab,
battle hymn, dolphin fin, myth.

Lent, Day 8: Remember

We remember moments,
the saying goes--
but I take note only
of days of appointments,
meetings, events,
These I dare not forget. But
where are the lost moments
fill these empty squares?

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Lent, Day 7: Path

and shame surprise me
every time; they like
to keep me struggling,
far from the path
of peace. They call
me Quitter, Wimp, Chicken.
I finally respond: Yes. Perhaps.
And in the confession, I
begin to find my way.