Friday, September 25, 2015


let us call on the meadow
the field of our
youth - rip open the wind
and the grace
greener fields
speckled in gold - mustard
I remember you
I look upon you with longing
and love
come back to my heart
and hear the muted
cry of a single
a single bird who craves
the meadow
the lily and the moving
of mustard
ripped open
in the wind


Wednesday, September 23, 2015


we are not in charge
of timing
the world is not in charge of it either
there is a spirit
a climate unseen on yellow forked days
when lightening splits us
in half
throwing everything in reverse
and everything
becomes blue again traced with red
form  the tears I have


Monday, September 21, 2015

Our Lady of Sorrows

an apology written
uncovers years of buried sin
uncovers the light beneath
the layers of guilt and sorrow

as our Lady of Sorrows
takes us to our knees we have
a chance for renewal
we are given a candle
of hope, and of
new strength - this Lady has become
my strength of late

this Lady has handed be
a torch to light
showing the way towards a path
of sanctity and hope


Sunday, September 20, 2015


the music will be clearer
In the morning
it will have clarity, a song unheard
behind remains the day
of broken pieces
with little left of its dawn