Cinnamon sifted through tender bread,
Brown bark
tall grass
transmuted into daintiness:
But
Is Sweetness edible?
Month: December 2015
Complicated
Sometimes people eager
to make you feel
interesting
leave you feeling merely
complicated.
Birth Day
God himself
walked the earth and felt
every day for thirty-something years that
Pain is the only path to life.
You, Dear Stranger
You – dear stranger, knelt down on the floor,
Slid on my boots for me and fastened them.
In Jesus’ name, amen.
Hands
Watching your young hands, deft in silver rings,
Combing through my hair
While I sit served – a sultaness –
I wonder at the riches of my world.
I, Cassandra
I see ends before beginnings.
—–
Deaths before deliveries.
So I live life in inverse,
In cold prophetic fear,
Like a cripple who cannot
Or a child who will not
Walk,
In fear to take the first step
into
Somewhere.
Light
Bare feet on carpet,
slow steps and loosened hips, belly round with unborn child –
Like some household high priestess I unwrap the morning light,
unfold it out of curtains, shake it loose, and wait.
For Charlotte, On Her Third Birthday
You master work of living art,
You beautiful
immortal
merry-hearted girl,
Today three years into
eternity:
I pray
Your treasures multiply with every passing day
Until day breaks and shadows flee away.
What’s inside a word?
Have you ever felt – listening –
the romance of the
jasper
or the simple severity of
obsidian?
Made Along The Way 