At first, a reluctance
to believe actual words were heard.
Was someone speaking
—someone unseen, unnoticed
lurking behind trees?
Painted shadows marked the ground.
Was it a person disguised
filling my ears with
the illusion of sound?
Again, the ground quaked—
it was a rumble of sorts
and, now as I glanced at my boots,
a soft drape of brown earth
colored the moistened leather of my soles’ cover.
H-e-l-l-o-o-o, I stammered
ever so softly.
I heard something, but I could
not make out the words.
I sat silently unaware of the
growing hours passing by.
I must have nodded off in this haven
of solace…the sun inching its way
toward the west.
I rose realizing I was covered in
mud…the ground spoke clearly now, “Here is from where you came. A single breath, and you were formed and fashioned. Protect me, watch over us, this vast crust of skin veiled over earth, Care for us so humankind can grow, multiply and serve what it has been gifted to tend.”
Before I could utter a word,
the ground’s last words to my
listening ears, “Thank you.”
My eyes filled with a river of tears
now bathing the surface at my feet.
I stepped differently now, turning back
wondering if this was ‘just’ a dream.
A garden of flowers blossomed
where I had sat.
Plucked from this garden,
I whispered, “Thank YOU.”
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Rosie: The only thing I hear
or feel are the icicles forming
on my nose…already
they’re a frosty shade of pink.
Rosie: Hey, I heard it, but…
Snowperson: “Pack it good, real good!”
Did you say that Sammy?
Snowperson: “Come on children,
let’s make all we can
of this moment.”
Sammy, Sammy can we keep
the snowperson forever?
Snowperson: “Rosie, I’m here now.
One day I’ll melt away,
but I’ll be back again…
Now, how about a few more
flakes around the middle?”
Sammy, are we dreaming?
No Rosie, this is REAL
and let’s promise
no one shall ever take
away our wonder.
Snowperson: “Well said, LOOK, it’s snowing…
Catch me if you can!”
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Maybe you’re strumming the strings of the guitar or tapping the skin of the drum with wooden sticks.
Are you sounding a trumpet?
Perhaps you are holding the microphone and words are flowing from your lips.
Are you someone quietly listening, taking it all in?
Maybe you have leaped from your seat and created a dance floor…
you are gliding, dipping, swooning right NOW.
What song is being played in you?
Follow whatever ‘notes’ and
create the symphony ‘in’ you.
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Drops of Color “Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in GOOD trouble, necessary trouble.”
I Still Remain
A square etched on a blank page.
What words began to follow?
One drop after another falls from a sky sliced open no longer holding the weight of its tears.
Back to the square ~~~a lined drawing now becomes a box.
Stepping outside, I lay the sketch ~~~a lined image of the box on the soaked ground.
Suddenly, an abundance of gathered drops fills the box so quickly that the image
I stand, soaked.
I am not washed away. I stand, I am present, alive, free to wander.
Even though I am drenched, I still stand.
I hope I trust I believe
No-thing can wash me away while
I still remain.
In Memory of John Lewis, ‘GOOD Trouble.’
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We are One Tribe We are One Nation We are One people
Why do we go on pretending we are not?
Your Joy is my Joy. Your sorrow is my sorrow. Words flow like a river down my cheeks.
Your prayer is a choir sung from the heaven we live in here…NOW.
Look…even if your sister does not understand you, she remains your sister.
And, if your brother believes you’ve veered off the path, together, you still walk with your brother on this land.
Your skin color— Your sexuality— Your beliefs— Your religion—
If they separate You from this One Tribe, this One Nation, from our Oneness as people United in Creation—
If it so…
Run, run and do not stop until your very breath almost leaves you.
Stay until the very roots ‘in’ you find their way into the soils of life.
Trust, you’ll be fed by rain, wind, bird songs, luscious fields of wheat and barley.
In time, you’ll rise to the Sun calling you.
You have already Risen— do you understand?
Now…go back into this World…
Proclaim— We are One Tribe One Nation One People beneath a Universe of Stars ‘Welcoming’ us to simple abundance each day.
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Almost immediately, I am fashioned into the swirling drops within which I am now gathered.
A natural flow —a rhythm undefined —a sacred dance formed is now playing itself out.
In a solitary sweeping motion, I am part of a wave…no, I have become the wave.
Effortlessly, the substance of each enmeshed drop follows a pattern —one not designed, yet one seemingly written on unspoken pages.
Rising to a crest —an unexplainable high delving into a curl —a hallow tunnel absent of any drop, yet held by each ‘strand’ of water.
The curl rolls over into its Oneness —into the sea from which it has come and again, the creation of the wave —the repeated pattern discovering itself for a first time until suddenly it discovers the shore.
For a moment, reunited with the sands of time —like two lovers they embrace knowing they must depart… holding one another —never forever.
And, the unknowing realization they are never parted.
Their hearts linked to the vast ocean of life carry them beyond.
Submerged in wonder —in hidden depths.
Only now, am I learning to breathe ‘under’ water.
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In fact, if you simply ‘lift’ the latch, it opens.
In fact, if you’re unable to lift the latch, there IS someone to lift it for you —trust.
In fact, the truth is ALL are welcome to enter through this gate.
—You don’t have to DO anything to gain access —You don’t have to be a certain race to pass through. —Your religious background/affiliation do not matter… in truth—if you wish to leave your beliefs at the gate’s entrance, you can OR you can bring them through!
Because, what’s in your heart is heard here.
Beyond the gate, the path is inclusive. No judgements. Sticks and stones are on the ground. There they lay unless you pass a pond and wish to toss a rock and gaze at the circles growing wider and wider. The sticks make great kindle for evening campfires beneath stars… white diamonds glistening in a cascading black sea.
The gate. There is so much more to be said, but, lift the latch—
it is open for all.
It may be a bit narrow. Everyone can pass through.
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